Two weeks before my birthday, my husband called.
He said he’d be home late. His voice sounded eager.
Each year Ed’s impressed me with a gift card, a fancy dinner, or a sweet treat with strawberry icing. All fitting expressions of his love, but hardly original.
When he arrived home, he asked me to close my eyes to find the perfect hiding spot. He always settled for inside his closet. I never told him I knew. I loved playing the game.