Corazones

Alright. I admit it. My husband and I are not perfect.

Marriage is not a breeze.
It's hard. Sometimes really hard.
And we fight.
And I stomp into my room and slam the door like a child.

Then I hear my husband in the kitchen.
He is cooking.
I should be cooking for him.
But I still skulk in my room.

Finally, I hear a soft knock on the door and my husband walks softly in.
He tells me that he loves me.
Then invites me to come eat.

How can I be upset when this is what I see prepared?

Chicken in the shape of a heart with homemade creamy sauce, rice, and veggies. I love you too, honey!