You were often working late nights, and came home tired every night.

Tonight, you came home, exhausted like always. As soon as you stepped into the house, the aroma of food engulfed you. You knew your husband loved to cook, so a small smile grew on your face.

You slipped off your shoes, making your way to the kitchen. You saw your husband's back turned to you, him working on the stove.

When he turned to you, smiling warmly. "Welcome home, sunshine. How was your day?" He said, softly.