Happy birthday to my best friend and the best mom on the planet! Yes, I may be partial. But I’m also honest and unafraid to say the truth.
Last year at this time, we threw a huge surprise party for my mom’s 60th birthday. Turning 60 is huge. Turning 60 despite a terminal diagnosis is huger. That doesn’t sound like it’s grammatically correct, but apparently “huger” really is a word. Regardless. Every decade or even every five years requires a gigantic celebration.
Anyway, she had no idea about the surprise party last year, but it made her incredibly overwhelmed and happy. We went over-the-top just in case it was her last one. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect for her to hold on for one more year to celebrate her 61st birthday.
She specifically requested “no party” this year. She meant, “Please don’t do anything elaborate for me.” I don’t think she’s ever believed she has deserved the love and attention of others, but I also know that she is genuinely too tired for a crowd now.
My mom had a few visitors today. She received a magic wand that changes color that she played with for a while. She had (was fed) half of a chocolate peanut butter cupcake. But first, she made a wish.
Last year was a huge surprise for her. This year was a huger surprise for me. But really, every day has been a celebration.
By the way, Mom, your wish was mine.