Bread Pudding

Here are the kinds of things my wonderful, thoughtful guy does:

hangs my garage door opener (which I took out of the car and left somewhere) with my keys so I'm not searching everywhere the next day,

changes his plans to hang out with friends of mine,

brings home bread pudding as a surprise because I was too full to eat it after a dinner out a few weeks ago,

these are just from yesterday and today! three cheers for D.