I love surprises. Especially sweet ones. And Teri got me, again, by putting an almond butter cinnamon roll in my lunch box. Now somehow she had given me the impression that there were no cinnamon rolls left. When I unwrapped the foil, I half expected to pizza or some other snack. To get one of the treasured cinnamon rolls, and to know that she loved me enough to forego the pleasure, means everything.