long long ago, in a lifetime far far away, my spouse and I had been at odds over the name for our second child, gender unknown at the time. She was committed to a name that began with A, irrespective of the child's gender. I was on board for a lad's name, but I was, well, less than committed to the letter A if we had another lass.

When I realized how important it was to her (I am dense, but somewhat trainable), I sent a dozen roses to her at work. The card said simply 'another day, another A.' She was all smiles later as she related her day and the assumption by many this was a bit over the top for a course grade.

Fast forward a few years ...
She learns we're to be blessed with our third child. She walks into my office smiling, carrying a dozen roses, and announces to staff and friends who admire the flowers that these roses are not from me, they are for me.

Our eyes met. No further explanation was necessary, at least between us. We did finally calm our combined laughter and merriment in order to quell the confusion of those around us.