opening the door

I just want to recognize the fact that this weekend Mark and I went to Niagara Falls for one night, Saturday night. We drove up there with our nice friend Doug and all of Saturday and Sunday Mark opened and closed my door for me every time I got in the back seat and out of the back seat.
This has nothing to do with anything I just wrote but one time I sent Mark flowers and on the card I put "Mark, you're one in a billion!" I knew I couldn't put million because he's not. So what did he say? "What?...I'm not one in a trillion?" You are Babe and I love ya!