Today is my birthday.
And forty eight is catching me by surprise, especially since I feel 19ish. Mentally. Sometimes my body feels 60ish, so I guess 48 is about right.
Anyway, all I want for my birthday this year is a birthday cake.
Growing up, mom made us a box mix cake, from the flavor of our choice, for our birthdays. Mine was usually white cake with chocolate or cherry icing.
I can still see the icing sticking to the insides of that white Pyrex bowl, farm life in blue forming a design around the middle.
Truth be told, Mom made us all birthday cakes well into our married-with-children lives. But at some point we started combining birthday celebrations into monthly gatherings which meant my siblings and I started doing grown up things like buying our kids a birthday cake.
And somehow within that tradition, I lost my birthday cake. I think it’s because we celebrate me 8/31, Mom also 8/31 and my daughter 9/17, together. For this particular occasion, I buy Hannah’s cake and my sister usually picks up Mom’s cake on Dad’s behalf, but the past couple of years, I didn’t get a birthday cake.
So, as Mr. Hines and I discussed potential birthday plans the other day, I told him no matter what, I want a cake and that Betty Crocker makes gluten free mixes. I could see the look of concern on his face wondering how he was going to pull it off, but he nodded in agreement.
What do you mean when you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no?
And just in case you’re not familiar with that lyric…
Later this evening when I blow out the candles on my birthday cake (I should probably make sure Mr. Hines knows I want candles) I will make 3 birthday wishes…
one for the dark circles and bags under my eyes to magically disappear,
two that my Dad will walk and talk again,
and three that my Mom has a happy birthday.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
See you in class,