“Happy Birthday.” Griffin kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “Did you wish for your grocery store guy to let you blow his candle later?” He bites my earlobe while his family looks on in adoration. I giggle, elbowing him in the ribs. “Whispering sweet nothings to my daughter?” My mom smiles like she really believes it. “Absolutely, Krista.” Griffin winks.
