This morning, as I picked through the pile of clean laundry on the living room floor finding clothes to wear, I glanced up to see Andreas look at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, as I pulled on a pair of wrinkly jeans two sizes bigger than the ones I used to wear.

“Watching you,” he answered simply.

“Why?” I said.

“Because I think you’re beautiful,” he smiled.

Aww. I think I got the best one in the world.