He accepted birthday wishes with his usual half-smile.
« You did too much, babe, » he murmured as he passed me.
He pressed a kiss to my temple.
« You only turn thirty once, » I answered. « Let me spoil you. »
He accepted birthday wishes
« You always spoil me. »
« Someone has to. »
Across the lawn, Chloe was crouched in the grass.
She was arranging her plastic dinosaurs in a solemn little parade.
Her dark curls bounced as she muttered instructions to each one.