It's the little things...

that Whitey does every single day. I wasn't feeling well last night, nothing major, just a headache and a sore throat. I beat Whitey home and was content nestled on the couch for the rest of the night. He called after work and could tell I wasn't feeling the best so he of course volunteered to grocery shop AND cook.
Several phone calls later (about various things...picking out tomatoes, inquiring what was already in the cupboard, etc) my spirits were lifted by watching Whitey cook and eating my prepared steak dinner complete with a salad and baked potato!
Bon appetit!