Bittersweet

It is Solstice Morning. Mr. Man climbs into bed with me, all smiles. Love is already up and moving around the house. Mr. Man gives me a cuddle and suggests I get up. There is a present for me. He found it. Outside. A mystery. His grin is wonderful. I know this mystery box is from him and he is very proud. But he wants to continue the game, making up a story for me. “Maybe Mr. Understatement left it for you.” he says coyly. I do not burst into tears. “I don’t think Mister left it for me, sweetie.”