"When Harry came home, I confessed and showed him the empty pie tin, and once again, I started to cry. He just laughed, but very sweetly, and he said, 'Don't worry, Barbara. We'll get another pie.' And we ate our sad little dinner, which was probably a can of tuna or soup, with tears in our eyes and big smiles because we were happy to be together. Of course, there would be many more pies, but what mattered was that we could enjoy NOT having pie as much as we would have enjoyed sharing it. If you want to know what love looks like, it looks like that."