Love in Saran Wrap

Will always puts away the pizza. Whenever we're too tired, too busy, too "whatever" to deal with dinner and we let Uncle Sal do the cooking, a few slices get left in the box on the dining room table. We ride out the evening and I go to bed the same time as the kids, too tuckered even to change into my pajamas.

Per usual, I awake before everyone else, make my coffee, open the 'frig to retrieve the creamer, and there it is: The plate of leftover pizza, dutifully Saran-wrapped and put away for the next day's lunch. This is one of 10,264 reasons I love my husband.