H was tickled when I offered to make his lunch last night. He asked me what I was going to make him. I asked if he would like the leftover pork chop. He giggled at me and said, "That's not making a lunch. It's already made." I told him I would put more in than that. I also cut it for him because they only have plastic silverware at his office. He's not a big eater, so the only other thing I added was some strawberries.
His lunch box has a mesh pocket on the outside. I put a note in the pocket. It was folded with his name on it. He saw the note when he picked up the lunch box this morning. He asked me if he should read it later or right then. I said that it didn't matter, so he read it right then. It was short and sweet--"You are the best thing that ever happened to me!" He smiled and said, "I love you too. I'm going to tell the people at work that my wife made me a lunch and yours didn't." The last sentence was in a nya nya voice. It was cute.
