Two tuna salad sandwiches and milk.
He's thankful for the food, for the snow, for the two of us and our long love; may we continue many more years, and through eternity.
I smile. Maybe it's a smirk. Amen.
He says "Don't you want to spend eternity with me?"
"I already have," I say.
"You are a tough sell," he says.
Eternal sexual tension.