I felt a bit under the weather today, so you packed me a lunch. After you packed me a regular lunch, you didn't stop. You just kept packing in more food as if there were no limits to my lunch box or appetite. “I’m giving you pizza," you said, "and I’m giving you the chicken bake. Also, I'm giving you the soup. Take it all.” It seemed like you had to keep adding more and more things because it still wasn’t enough to show me know how much you loved me. My day at work isn't that long, but you were going to make sure that I never ran out of food or love.

I fell in love with you again in that moment, because you just don't know when to stop filling me with love. It took me two days to eat everything you packed.