Today would have been my mom’s 69th birthday. I took off work, mostly because I had to work Saturday. I didn’t consciously take off because it’s Mom’s birthday, but I think maybe The Universe was looking out for me.
I decided the best thing to do to celebrate would be to eat the chocolatiest cake I could find. That’s what she would have done. In fact, on her last birthday, she told me she wanted to come to my house, and she was bringing cake. She had purchased the most decadent looking piece of chocolate cake from the bakery, and she even brought birthday candles.
We lit them, and I sang, and we ate the cake with ice cream. Then we watched The Young and the Restless.
So, that’s basically what I did today. I bought cupcakes, and I put ridiculous birthday candles on them. I blew them out and made a wish. Then I ate one with ice cream and watched The Young and the Restless.
Right before I turned on the television, this song came on the radio.
It seemed to be a perfectly timed message from Mom. Her life was cut way too short, but she did truly live.