Tears At Breakfast

Ginny and I went out for breakfast Sunday at the Country Kitchen Restaurant.

At one point during our meal, I glanced up to find her looking at me intently.

Immediately I assumed something was wrong.

I asked her what was wrong with me.

Have I dribbled egg down the front of my shirt?

Did I miss a spot shaving?

Is there something in my hair?

Ginny said, “Nothing is wrong. It’s just that sometimes I enjoy looking at you”.

Her answer stunned me.

I started crying.