A Birthday Awakening
The morning of my 50th birthday began with a gentle nudge, pulling me from sleep. My husband, Tom, nestled back beside me, his face lit with anticipation.
“Morning, birthday girl. Your surprise is waiting downstairs,” he murmured, excitement lacing his voice.
For weeks, he’d been dropping hints about this surprise, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned to make the day special.
Tom chuckled, getting out of bed and holding my robe open for me. I slipped into it and followed him down the stairs.
