I decided to get a little creative for deciding Jacob’s birthday present. When he comes back home, the all the lights are off except for the candles on his birthday cake. On the table next to his cake is a note that says, “turn around.” He turns to see me laying naked on the couch completely wrapped in ribbons with a tag that reads, “To: Mr. Frye.” He smirks and says, “I think I may open my presents first,” and he unravels and tastes his most delicious feast with a side of birthday cake too.