In my rush to get to work a little early today I put the yogurt I planned to eat for breakfast in my husband’s lunch bag. He could have eaten it. But he didn’t. He drove out of his way to bring it to me at my office. Did he have to? No. But he did and it just reminds me of how special he is and how blessed I am. That little 8 oz. tub of yogurt tastes like love to me.