My cereal bowl runneth over

Almost every morning I wander into the kitchen to find an empty, clean bowl with a spoon resting in it, on the counter. It's Wes's leftover evidence that he ate breakfast earlier in the morning. Other wives might think, "Why did he forget to put his bowl and spoon away again??" But I think he leaves it out for me. I like to look at it as a little gesture of kindness on Wes's part—no matter how conscious, or otherwise, it happens to be. It feels like a little love note: "I hope you got a few extra hours of sleep since you were up with Maya last night. Have a nice breakfast!" Silly, I know, but I smile just the same while I eat my Honey Bunches of Oats.