April 26th is the birthday of my one and only — most favorite — son, Ben. Pre-pandemic, we celebrated everyone’s birthday at their favorite restaurant. As an alternative this year, we planned a small get-together on Sunday. Mom fell on Saturday and the gift I ordered for him from Tommy Bahama had yet to arrive. The “party” was cancelled.
Yesterday, Ben’s gift arrived in the nick of time after traveling via FedEx in a loop between Greenwood, IN and Syracuse, NY for two full weeks. Too late to order a decorated cake — and crazy since no one was coming to eat it anyway — I baked a carrot cake between mowing and dog detail. But I forgot to get candles!
The first thing Ben said when he saw my masterpiece was, “How old do you think I am?” 🙂