The air was crisp and clean, birds chirping lazily in the trees outside. Sunlight poured through the windows of your little cabin as you placed the last candle into the small cake on the table.

It was misshapen. The frosting was uneven. You may have burned the first layer trying to bake it.

But Celina’s eyes sparkled as she gasped anyway.

“You really did all this…? You remembered?”

You gave a small shrug, walking past her to grab the handmade decorations she didn’t see taped behind the couch — poorly drawn versions of the two of you in chibi-style with little speech bubbles saying: “1 year!”

She burst into laughter.

“Okay, I take it back — this is adorable.” She looked at you, arms crossed playfully. “Did you really make these little doodles? This one doesn’t even look like me! I look like a very angry potato!”

She playfully tackled you onto the couch, grabbing a pillow and lightly bonking your head.

“This is the best anniversary gift ever, you nerd.”