We had to run some errands using hubby's truck. It's a work truck. I seldom ride in it, as there are usually drop cloths, tools, paint color charts and other painting contractor paraphernalia taking up the passenger seat. It generally smells like sweatsocks after gym class. As I was finishing up getting ready to leave, he went out to clear the seat for me. When I met him outside, he held the door for me as I got in to a fresh smelling truck. I looked at him, he looked at me with a big smile and said " I thought you'd appreciate it." After 30 years, that's better than Valentine's Day. I Love You, honey.