“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about all the happiness stuff you’ve insisted on,” I tell him. “Oh? Any new ideas?” “Yeah, I’ve been thinking maybe a house some day with a cat or something.” “I like cats and houses,” he agrees, and my stomach flutters. “Maybe a regular Saturday morning breakfast we invite all of our friends over to have with us,” I go on. “I like that too. Also, dorky math ties as presents,
