A first happened in this, my (and Nolan's) eleventh year of marriage.
He took me shopping on my birthday.
I know. I was as shocked as you are.
He didn't set limits or parameters, and except for being a little tight-lipped and pale of face about pulling out his credit card to pay for an admittedly pricey set of bejeweled hair combs, he was a peach
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