It’s my turn to unload the dishwasher. It also happens to be Valentine’s Day.

Me: “Honey, are you able to help me put the dishes away? My back hurts.”

My husband takes the bottom rack out of the dishwasher and puts it on the bench.

Husband: “There you go.”

We laugh, and he helps me put them away until the doorbell rings.

Husband: “It’s for you!”

A lady was there with a huge bouquet of flowers. I took them into the kitchen, and [Husband] had also finished putting the dishes away.