Dearest,

I got home from class, late at night. It was cold, the first snowfall of the year.

I opened the door - all was quiet - you had put the babies to bed. There was only one light on, the soft kitchen light, and the door half open. And on the table, in front of my chair, a steaming cup of hot chocolate and a waffle with honey (my favorite), still warm.

"How did you know I'd be arriving just now?" I asked, as you emerged grinning from our room. "I timed it, " you said. "I figured you'd be freezing. I thought about heating you some soup but this was cozier."

I love you.