He tells me a little more about the cake and all the candles the kids had put on it. Apparently they'd put a few more than strictly necessary and I can't help but wonder if Jack had made a wish before trying to blow them all out. And what that wish might have been.

Whatever it was, I just hope it comes true.

I'm on my last bite of poutine as Jack quickly finishes cleaning off his plate and I glance up at him, grinning as he anxiously eyes the picture frame by the door.

"Goodness, you're eager, aren't you?" I reply, all tease. I nod though, using my napkin to wipe at my mouth before pushing the chair back to stand up. I pour myself another glass of wine. "Save the one above the TV for last though," I tell him. "I like that one best."