I Went to Surprise My Husband at Work—His Colleague Looked at Me With Tears and Asked, “He Hasn’t Told You Anything, Has He?”
“No.”
He smiled.
“Got it.”
Then stole the last dinner roll.
Much healthier dynamic.
The apple pie became a running joke.
Years later, I brought one to Saint Jude when Garrett finished his final monitored-practice requirement.
Not as celebration of everything.