Last Sunday, I was a little stressed. OK, a lot. For reasons not having to do with my family.

 

Had a brisk and grumpy conversation with my husband on the way home from church. At one point, we're figuring out breakfast prep, and have a conversation about bacon.

 

We pull into the driveway. I just sit there.

 

My husband kindly begins rubbing my shoulders. I start to relax.

 

After a minute, I say "So you knew I was that stressed, huh?"

 

And he responded, "Well, no. I was just thinking about bacon."