it's my birthday today.

I've never liked birthdays, never liked having all the attention on me.

but my husband is a professional at making me feel like i'm the only girl in the world.

i open the door to our big apartment after a long day at work, only to be met by a lovely scent.

The scent of my favorite pasta.

i smile realizing that my husband has been cooking dinner.

after taking off my shoes and jacket i make my way towards the kitchen.

there's candles lighted everywhere and some jazz music is playing in the background.

my eyes catches sight of a big bouquet of red roses on top of the kitchen island.

a smile forms on my lips.

then i see William, who has his back facing me as he's in front of the oven.

i walk closer, and when i'm just behind him i wrap my arms around his waist.

William:"ah, there she is," William says softly. he turns around, grabbing my hands.

William: he grins widely, "i missed your pretty face,"

William;"these are for you, my love," he nods to the roses beside us.

the smile on my face is only getting bigger.

William:"happy birthday." he speaks before pressing a long kiss to my lips.