For my husband’s fiftieth birthday, I had spent months planning a grand escape to Hawaii, wanting the vastness of the ocean to reflect the patience and depth of our decades together. When my own fiftieth arrived, I expected a quiet, gentle milestone marked by nothing more than breakfast in bed or a handwritten note.
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