I sit back and hold my arm up, watching it sit there delicately and exhale long and slowly, blowing out of my mouth as though I have no clue how to behave. I don’t know what to think, and even though common sense says to put it back in the box and leave it here, I like it more and more the longer I look at it. He certainly pulled the rug out from under me with this, and I can’t settle until I know why or what he hoped to achieve with it.

So much for birthdays being a day we can ...