A few days ago, I celebrated my 49th birthday—the final lap of my forties. Since it fell in the middle of the week, I chose a quiet dinner at home when my wife asked how I wanted to spend it.
When I got home from work, she was already in the kitchen preparing a birthday meal. She greeted me with a smile and told me to head upstairs and get comfortable. When I came back down, I noticed a few wrapped presents waiting on the dining table. She then pulled blueberry muffins from the oven and, with a mischievous grin, began slowly drizzling glaze over them. “I have a surprise for you,” she said.
Then came the letter candles—arranged carefully to spell out: “ASK ME.” I raised an eyebrow, confused. “We’re already married,” I said.
“No,” she laughed. “Ask me.”
Grinning, I asked, “Can we have sex?”
“After you open your presents,” she replied, smirking. “Then we can go upstairs for some... quality time.”
Doing my best to play it cool, I opened two beautifully wrapped shirts—classic Tommy Bahama button-downs. Perfect for future date nights or beach days.
Soon after, we headed upstairs and enjoyed a much-needed, intimate moment together. An hour later, we returned downstairs where she finished preparing a delicious dinner. Afterward, as we shared the glazed muffins, she asked how I liked my birthday.
I couldn’t help myself. “Best birthday ever,” I said. “You made me glazed muffins… and I got to glaze your muffin.”
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