as we'll be traveling on husband's birthday this coming week, i baked his beloved funfetti cake a bit early. we gathered around our farm table for sunday supper as the breeze picked up and i lit a pair of candles and he made a wish. a painting he spotted at an artists' fair back in may and i've been hiding in the apartment since i tracked it down the next week stood sentinel on our westward wall, a token of what it means to be him at thirty.
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