Walking through these halls and seeing all the displays is like touching history. Even I can recognize that. For me, though, the true excitement comes from watching his rapture as he takes everything in.
Every few paces, he stops to read a plaque or point out something of particular interest to him. His face lights up with each new discovery, and his eagerness to share his delight is endearing to me.
He twines our fingers, pulling me to him. “Thank you for this, Edward,” he murmurs before kissing me softly.
Cupping his cheek, I smile. “You’re welcome, Jazz. Happy birthday.”