“I’ll go and give him a hand!” Kerrie implied turning toward the door. Omar just nodded his understanding.“What the hell we’re you doing in ...he lounge!” Kerrie quizzed. “He’s supposed to think there is no one in the house but us!”“As he said, he was coming out of the door as I was walking up the hall! What else could I do, but talk to him?”“What were you doing watching us anyway; what are you some kind of depraved being?”“It wasn’t like that, I just happened to pass the door, I heard a noise so. Ultimately, nothing happened until my birthday on August 7, and then everything seemed to happen all at once.Dad came home early that day, a little bit after lunch. "Okay," he said to me after wishing me a happy birthday, "I've got good news, bad news and more good news." Bad news on my birthday?" I said. "That doesn't seem right." You're getting older, Son. It happens more and more often that way." Ok, so hit me, what's the news?" The good news is that we're buying a new car today!" Oh, yeah!". "Mmmmmm back. How ya been?" Good. You?" Missing you. Good to see you again." You too. Good to be back again. Got you a present! Here, happy day that ends in Y." Goof!" What, birthday ends in Y!" Aw, that's perfect! You always know what to get me." You're easy to buy for."Pause."I have got to be the luckiest man alive." How do you figure?" Well, I have a wife whom I love madly, and who loves me madly back, and..." ... and?" And ... I'm most likely the only guy in the world who gets to do this. She kissed me and tasted of mint. I watched as Patience filled the room with her warmth and love, putting away things and arranging her space just so. She went about and set the table, lit candles and put out bread and herb infused olive oil. She pulled out a bottle of her favorite merlot and opened it. Giggling, she came to me with a glass as I was plating our dinner. Stealing some sugar as she handing me the glass Patience picked up the plates and set them on her modest little table and.