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At my husband’s 40th birthday party, my 4-year-old pointed at my best friend and said, “Dad’s there.” I thought he was being silly — until I followed his finger and saw something on her body. My son had just exposed something I was never supposed to find.
Hosting my husband’s 40th birthday party in our backyard seemed like a great idea, until I was surrounded by loud music, loud guests, and what seemed like a whole kindergarten class.
And in the middle of all of it was Brad.
Forty looked unfairly good on him.
Hosting my husband’s 40th birthday party in our backyard seemed like a great idea.
I was standing near the patio door with a stack of napkins in one hand and my phone in the other, but even after years of marriage, I sometimes still caught myself just looking at him, thinking how lucky I was.
I was so naive.
But I couldn’t pause for long.
Someone asked whether the veggie tray dip contained dairy. One of the kids began crying over a toy truck.
A small blur shot past my legs, and I looked down just in time to see my four-year-old son sprinting under the nearest table with a cake pop in his hand.
I sometimes still caught myself just looking at him.