After 20-plus years of marriage, a couple’s worst enemy can be familiarity. The longing look can become a sideways glance, the kiss can become a passing peck, the passion can become a memory. One morning, I realize that I miss that “first kiss” feeling, and I’ll bet my sweetheart does – and I’m going to do something about it!

Because of a tight budget, I had already told my wife she was going to have to forgo her daily Dunkin Donuts trip for her hot vanilla latte with three Sweet-N-Lows and skim milk, and she has been really great about it.

So I picked up her favorite coffee, and happened to see her driving with one of her high school students. She pulled over, I stopped, turned on my flashers and walked to the driver-side window with her coffee in my hand. I took her lovely face in both of my hands and gave her a long, slow, tender, passionate kiss – and left.

Yes, that should do it.

Shortly thereafter, I received a text quoting her astonished student – “Wow, he really laid one on you!” And - ”I don’t know if I appreciate the kiss or the coffee more.”

       “Wait… what?”                      “I mean, wh-…”                    “You…”                      “I…”

Finally, after stewing on it all day, I confronted her about it when she got home. “So - not sure if my kiss ranks up there with a cup of coffee, huh?” I joked. To which she responded, “And the coffee wasn’t that good, either - they forgot the Sweet-N-Low.”

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Note to self – leave well enough alone.