My son wanted a birthday party.
I didn’t plan one.
And sure, four of us were under the weather—
I could hardly walk up the driveway
To replenish the larder—
But for a 16th birthday this felt like a fail.
No carrots meant no carrot cake.
I didn’t wrap the gifts apart from the Amazon packaging.
But Caleb greeted him this morning with, “Happy Birthday!”
And he ate his requested cinnamon muffins for breakfast (and lunch),
Watched Star Wars VIII,
Enjoyed three quarter-pounder hamburgers on homemade buns,
Read a new Zits comic book to his brothers,
Blew out the candles as we sang,
And ate the brownies with melted chocolate bar on top
(Carrot cake to come).
Perhaps, if your life is as good as it gets,
Just a few small extras mean a birthday success.
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