"Ham and cheese omelet, please, Mrs. Halver," he replied softly with a kiss to her cheek.
"Oh . . . I don't know how to make an omelet," she said, both cheeks turning pink now.
"Then, I'll have whatever you want, dear," he replied with another peck.
The husband noticed a new cookbook on the nightstand next to his wife's Bible, the week after his next paycheck.
"What would you like for your birthday breakfast, dear?"
"Ham and cheese omelet, please, Mrs. Halver," he answered confidently.
"Coming right up,"was her shaky reply.
About half an hour later, she slammed a plate down onto the table in front of him, knocking a piece of egg onto his tie, and said with a hiccup, "Here! I tried, but I just can't make an omelet! Here's your scrambled eggs with ham and cheese." She turned, ran to the bathroom and locked the door.
The husband sighed and did not go after her.
"Let's see, what will we have for breakfast?" the husband heard his wife ask the room at large as he read his morning paper.
"How about trying a ham and cheese omelet again?" he asked casually, without taking his eyes off the paper.
"Jack," she whined in frustration, "We don't have time for such a big breakfast. We have to get Robby to his baseball practice this morning. How about fried eggs and toast?"
"Am I going to have to go out to a restaurant to ever get a good omelet?!" he snapped, putting down his paper.
His wife did not answer.
"WOW! Our 25th anniversary calls for a special breakfast, don't you think?" he asked his wife as he poured himself some coffee.
"I don't do omelets," was her curt reply.
"Kate, this is the best ham and cheese omelet I've ever had," he gushed to his daughter-in-law. "I wish I could get omelets like this at home."
"Oh, I'm sure Mom makes better omelets than I do," Kate replied.
As a fork dropped loudly to the floor, the mother-in-law said sweetly, "Oh, how clumsy of me."
"Dad," Robby cut across her, "Did you know we signed up Little Jack for Little League?"
"Grandpa, can you make us omelets every morning while we're here?"
"Yeah, Dad," adds Kate. "Since you learned to make them, your omelets are better than mine."
Surprised to find he is holding his omelet pan, the man says, shaking his head groggily,"Sure, Little Jack," He smiles sadly and adds, "I'll make you as many omelets as you want, but if you love omelets as much as I do, you have to promise to help me, and learn how to make them yourself."
"Deal!" replies his grandson.
"By the way, Little Jack, did I ever tell you about the first time Grandma made me an omelet, and what she taught me?" the man adds with a wink.
What future regrets can you prevent right now by creating what you love with the ones you love?