Saturday came and as always, a trip to the hardware store was in his plan. He came home with this cake, it was small, cute and chocolate. Sunday I could eat it. I planned for a fork and coffee and eat till I couldn't. Small, personal and mine. Not so fast, he said WE could have it with Easter dinner. Oh no, we had to share it. After the shock, I smiled and said, did you buy ice cream. He gave me that loving smile and said of course.
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