tear drops rolling down on my face

I grab my cup of coffee and head down to the basement to get to work. The Bean is lying on the sofa, curled up under a blanket, in a shaft of sunlight, reading. It looks so cozy I am moved to say for perhaps the first time in my life, "Bean, I have thought about it, and I think you should know that I love you." 

"Yay!" is the perhaps somewhat expected but still gratifying response. 

I take a few more steps and then hear: "I'll get back to you on how I feel."