simple things: his favorite meal, a handwritten card, and cake from his favorite bakery.
That year, his birthday landed in the middle of a 24-hour shift, so I decided to surprise him at the station.
That morning, Tyler kissed me goodbye and said, “Don’t do anything crazy today.”
I smiled innocently.
“Why would I?”
He laughed and called, “Love you,” before leaving.
Hours later, I picked up his favorite cake, filled my car with blue, silver, and red balloons, and drove to the station.
I had surprised him there once
