The maître d’ shows me to our table; it’s a cozy one near the wall, perfect for privacy, yet gives a wonderful view of the restaurant so I can people watch till Mike comes
Iam feeling nervous. I lift my phone, tap out a quick message to Yaeli, and then resume applying blush.
Am I crazy or is this actually a big deal? First married birthday?
I make sure my wig grip is securely on — I don’t need any windy day horror stories — and my phone pings.
You’re not crazy, just adorable. It IS a big deal. Milestones together are the building blocks of forever. Kay, bye, I’m leaving to go write for Hallmark.
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