We had made some changes in our lives.
My husband had lost 50 pounds and after eight years of being a housewife, I had taken a job in a restaurant.
When I returned home after my first day at work, I gave my husband a big hug.
He seemed to cling to me longer than usual.
"Did you really miss me that much today, dear?" I asked.
"No," came the reply.
"But you smell so much like pancakes that I hate to let you go."