as he looked at the mangled cake doused in sugar-induced chocolate glaze, he started smiling.
"you must really love me."
we sat with our cake, in our little suite attached to the den where he used to play indoor football with three brothers and a dad.
little flutters of thankfulness came, quietly. so much rush in the day, so much to do at work, so much to do at home with year end insurances and medical appointments.
but for tonight, our date night, we just existed together.