June 29, 2019

My dearest,

We are leaving the shop full of expensive, unnecessary bric-à-brac — probably run by hipsters — when we stumble upon the attached organic bakery. (Probably run by hipsters too.)

I am enthralled by the breads and the pastries. That almond croissant and oh! that pain au chocolat! (They’re my Kryptonite.)

You prod my love handles.

“That almond croissant will go here,” you say. “And that pain au chocolat will go there.”

I nod in happy agreement, freed from greed and impulse. You’re always right, of course.

“You’ve saved the day, Superman,” I say.

“Of course,” you say.

“Of course,” I smile. “Of course.”

Yours, ever and always.