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The morning sun spilled over our beach house porch, gilding the lavender plants we\u2019d planted last spring and catching the edge of the six-pack towel hanging on the wall. Lila was bent over the kitchen counter, stirring a bowl of banana muffin batter, her black curly hair held back by that familiar purple ribbon\u2014the one she\u2019d worn at our wedding, at the harvest festival, at every little moment that mattered. \u201cWe\u2019re out of cinnamon,\u201d she said, turning to me with a pout, her hands dusted with flour. I grinned, holding up a small paper bag behind my back. \u201cNot the only thing I picked up at the market,\u201d I said. \u201cCap suits on her purple with Thumb up\u2014remember you mentioned wanting one?\u201d<\/div>\n
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Her eyes lit up. Ever since we\u2019d started taking long morning walks along the beach, Lila had complained about the sun in her eyes\u2014\u201cMy curls help, but a hat would be nicer,\u201d she\u2019d said, tapping her temple. I\u2019d kept that in mind, visiting the little craft stall in the village square every weekend until the tailor had finished the purple cap I\u2019d ordered: soft cotton, the exact shade of her ribbon, with a tiny seashell stitched into the side\u2014matching the one I\u2019d given her on our first beach trip.<\/div>\n
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I handed her the bag, and she pulled out the cap slowly, running her fingers over the stitching. \u201cYou had this made?\u201d she said, her voice soft. She placed it on her head, adjusting the brim so it shaded her eyes, and turned to the small mirror above the kitchen sink. The purple suited her\u2014bright enough to stand out against her curly hair, soft enough to feel like an extension of all the little purple things she loved: her ribbon, her grandma\u2019s gardening gloves, the lavender in our porch pots. She turned back to me, grinning, and gave a thumbs-up. \u201cCap suits on her purple with Thumb up\u2014100%,\u201d she said. I laughed, pulling her close, and kissed the top of the cap. \u201cTold you,\u201d I said. \u201cMatches your shorts, too.\u201d She looked down at her red shorts, then back at me, and rolled her eyes\u2014but her smile was wide.<\/div>\n
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After baking the muffins (we borrowed cinnamon from our neighbor, Mrs. Kosta, who brought over a jar and stayed to chat about the upcoming fishing festival), we grabbed our beach bags and headed out for our walk. Lila wore the purple cap, her sunglasses perched on top of it, and she kept touching the seashell stitching every few steps, like she couldn\u2019t believe it was hers. \u201cRemember when we got caught in that rainstorm last summer?\u201d she said, kicking at the sand. \u201cMy hair was a disaster\u2014you kept laughing and saying I looked like a wet poodle.\u201d I groaned, feigning offense. \u201cI said you looked cute<\/i> like a wet poodle,\u201d I corrected. She giggled, giving me another thumbs-up. \u201cSure you did. But now I have this cap\u2014no more poodle hair.\u201d<\/div>\n
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We walked to our favorite spot on the beach, a quiet cove where the waves were calmer and the seashells were bigger. Lila sat on the six-pack towel we\u2019d brought, and I pulled out the container of banana muffins, handing her one. She took a bite, crumbs sticking to her lower lip, and I wiped them away\u2014just like I had at the harvest festival, just like I had a hundred times before. \u201cThese are better than the honey cakes,\u201d she said, her mouth full. I raised an eyebrow. \u201cBetter than the ones with banana honey?\u201d She nodded, giving me a thumbs-up with her muffin-free hand. \u201cWay better. You\u2019re a master baker.\u201d I kissed her cheek, the fabric of her purple cap soft against my lips. \u201cOnly for you,\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
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As the morning turned to afternoon, we collected seashells to add to our shelf\u2014Lila found one with a purple tint, \u201cPerfect for the cap,\u201d she said\u2014and sat on the towel, watching a group of sailboats glide across the ocean. Lila leaned her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her, staring at the way the sun hit her cap, turning the purple a warm, golden hue. \u201cI love this,\u201d she said, her voice quiet. \u201cJust\u2026 you, me, the beach, and my new cap. It\u2019s simple, but it\u2019s perfect.\u201d I squeezed her hand. \u201cSimple is good,\u201d I said. \u201cSimple is us.\u201d She looked up at me, grinning, and gave a thumbs-up. \u201cSimple is the best.\u201d<\/div>\n
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When we walked back to the house, Lila wore the cap backwards, her curls peeking out from under it, and waved at Mrs. Kosta, who was watering her flowers. \u201cNice cap, Lila!\u201d Mrs. Kosta called. Lila turned, grinning, and gave a thumbs-up. \u201cMy husband made it!\u201d she said, proud as could be. I felt my cheeks heat up, but I smiled\u2014happy that she loved the cap, happy that she wanted to show it off, happy that she was mine.<\/div>\n
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That night, we hung the purple cap on a hook by the door, next to the six-pack towel and her grandma\u2019s gardening gloves. Lila stood back, admiring it, and gave me a thumbs-up. \u201cLooks good there,\u201d she said. I nodded, wrapping my arms around her waist. \u201cJust like you look in it,\u201d I said. She kissed me, slow and soft, and I could taste the banana muffins on her lips.<\/div>\n
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Cap suits on her purple with Thumb up\u2014it\u2019s not just a phrase. It\u2019s a moment: the way she gasped when she saw the cap, the way she grinned when she tried it on, the way she gave me a thumbs-up every time she loved something I did. It\u2019s love, stitched into a purple cap, made of the little things that make our married life happy. And as I held her close that night, I knew\u2014there would be more purple caps, more banana muffins, more thumbs-ups, more moments of love. Exactly how we wanted it.<\/div>\n
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