“I have something for you,” I whisper up at my new husband.
Hans looks down at me. “What more could you possibly give me?”
The ceremony ended a few minutes ago, and now everyone is mingling in the garden while we get ready to take photos.
I drag him over to one of the planters along the side of the house, where I stashed the surprise.
“Close your eyes,” I tell him, and he listens.
Grabbing his hand, I turn it upward and set the gift in his palm.
Hans opens his eyes. And then he breathes deep, tracing a finger across the lettering.
It’s just a stack of yellow Post-it notes. With the same words as before.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
And just like I knew he would, he lifts each piece of paper to make sure they’re all there.
I did them in the opposite order from the way he’d saved them before, with the newest at the bottom.
When he reaches the last one, he pauses at the words.
And when he looks up at me, I lift the little plastic bag with two Skittles sugar cookies in it.
Without saying a word, Hans takes the bag, removes the cookies, then shoves both of them into his mouth.
