Her husband simply- smiled and told her that she worried too much.

The husband smiled nervously and said he was fine.

Her husband smiled a smile he did not feel, and hoped his wife didn't see that it was forced.

Her husband nodded and smiled, but whether he had heard the question or not, who could say.

"But-" My husband looked around at me and suddenly smiled.

The husband smiled back; the wife did too, a little more cautiously.

I know my husband is looking down and smiling on them.

Her disabled 71-year-old husband, Robert, smiled and nodded at his soup.

"There are countries on the other side of the world," my husband smiled as I nodded in reply.

"Nothing like fresh water," my husband smiled, the first few drops now falling on the deck.