My Husband Pretended to Forget My 50th Birthday — Then a Moving Truck Arrived at Our House
My husband, David, had never forgotten my birthday. Not once. For twenty-seven years, he had remembered every single one. He remembered the small things, too. The flowers I liked. The dessert I always ordered at my favorite restaurant. The song we had danced to at our wedding. He even remembered the year I had jokingly…