Scene: Kitchen. I’m making pasta sauce for dinner. The room smells of garlic and tomato. Enter: Tyson.

Me: *stirs sauce*
Ty: Wow. That looks amazing. Gorgeous!
Me: Really?
Ty: I think I have a beautiful wife who makes beautiful sauce.
Me: Am I as beautiful as my sauce?
Ty: As far as you can gauge the beauty of sauce, you’re even more beautiful.

What can I say? He loves food! ๐Ÿ™‚ย And happily, he apparently loves me, too. (But not just because I cook beautiful food)

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