"There's five total," I reply, following him just a couple steps when he spots the one in the dining room, trying to hide my grin all the while. "I'll let you try to find them all. Like a really unexciting scavenger hunt!"

Grinning, I take another sip of my wine as he peels the wrapping off the first frame. I watch his face intently, eager to see his reaction and it doesn't disappoint at all. Jack's brow is all furrowed for the first couple seconds and then his eyes go wide when he realizes what it is he's looking at. I know he likes this picture a lot in particular, remember well how he'd raved over it shortly after taking it, how bright his eyes had been when he'd shown it to me the first time.

It's a really good picture, to be honest. The light in it is just right, glinting off the water of the pond as a line of little yellow ducks glide past, one of them looking almost directly at the camera as though posing for Jack.

"You shoulda heard the lady coo over this one when I took it in to get framed," I tell him, sliding a little closer. "I'm thinkin' I might go in later to give her her own copy she liked it so much."