It began as a harmless prank—a playful note I scribbled on my husband’s chest before he left for his work Christmas party. The house smelled of cinnamon and pine, the tree lights glowing warmly, and the holiday spirit filled the air. Travis emerged from the bedroom, tie adjusted, confident and cheerful. Grinning, I wrote, “This…It began as a harmless prank—a playful note I scribbled on my husband’s chest before he left for his work Christmas party. The house smelled of cinnamon and pine, the tree lights glowing warmly, and the holiday spirit filled the air. Travis emerged from the bedroom, tie adjusted, confident and cheerful. Grinning, I wrote, “This is my husband.