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“Kind of felt appropriate after last year’s fiasco We didn’t get to do anything for our thirty year anniversary This is our do-over”

“Ugh To be fair, who expected a freak snow stor of March?” she asked

“Only in Cincinnati,” he agreed “I’o check on the plans while you caffeinate and dress” He tried to play it cool as he left the roo in his dress jeans and black cashmere sweater He wanted to look nice for the photos he’d hired a photographer to take as he trailed the the store but had the celebratory chane ready for after the acceptance

He gave the kitchen nook a critical eye He set up like Lois and Melinda showed hi the smaller envelope was set beside the platter he’d filled with cheese cups and Bearclaws, their two favorite indulgences ‘Petunia, take a trip with ant cursive font He traced the words with the tip of his fingers His future depended on this doing its job Despite their prior agreement, he was a bundle of nerves

Footsteps on the stairs drew his attention He turned to watch her descend She was stunning in a white and blue

striped skirt, a pretty pink blouse with a bow, and a white cardigan She was a vision with her hair pulled back frorin the size of Texas on her lips

“You look beautiful”

“Thank you,” she whispered bashfully as she glanced away The winds of change were blowing around in the atmosphere; she sensed it, too “Oh” She clapped her hands and hurried over to the counter

“No peeking at clue number one until your breakfast is done”

“Are you planning on rhyrabbed a cheese cup

“Sadly, I’m not that skilled in it A lyricist I am not”

“I thought for sure you’d hit me with an ‘I’m a poet, and you didn’t know it’”

Shaking his head, he grabbed a Bearclaw, in an attempt to eat his nerves and play it cool They polished off two pastries before she declared herself done and washed her hands at the sink

“Okay, now giy vibrated off her in high frequencies