Because it's our 14th anniversary today, Caroline decided to make us breakfast in bed. We could hear the clattering of dishes and were anticipating her sweet gift for quite a while when she finally got upstairs. She appeared at the door with the tray in her hands, and as she walked into the room, concentrating on each step, a closet door (it's an evil closet door) got knocked closed and then opened again--right back into the tray of delicious breakfast. The red gatorade completely soaked the lemon bars and unbuttered toast. Defeated, she slumped on the ground with the tray, littered with wet flowers and soggy napkins, at her feet. I told her the story of something similar happening to me, that had to do with someone's 24th peanut butter birthday cake, many years ago, and we laughed and ate the most delicious anniversary breakfast I ever had. We had a great day celebrating 14 years of being married. Lucky me! Josh is a good man.
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