I washed the sheets today. I asked my husband if he would bring them up from the dryer. We could have taken out the other set, but who wants to struggle with folding the clean sheets anyway?

With an armful of pristine white cotton, he asked. “Shall we put this on the bed?”

I smiled brightly at him. “Is that an invitation?”

He shook his head and grinned. “Your mind always goes there.”

“Yes. And you love it,” I giggled. “Admit it.”

He admitted it, and then he showed me just how much he loved it!