“Like what?”

“A cake shaped like a mountain with astronauts climbing it.”

“Then we will investigate whether the bakery can handle mountain-climbing astronauts.”

She grinned.

I spent the afternoon looking at birthday-cake photos with her.

For the first time in months, she planned something in the future without asking who might be angry about it.

That evening I told Brian.

He nodded and then asked if we ought to ask her therapist whether a party would be too much.