This morning I woke up early and ran to the grocery store.
I needed to pick up some absolute essentials… like cake mix and frosting.
It’s the boy’s birthday. I don’t have a present for him – I have some sort of mental block that allows me to know his birthday is coming (even if I didn’t have the freakish date sense, his birthday is also Tax Day, so plenty of reasonable reminders occur from, oh, say, Jan 31 to present) and yet renders me incapable of giving it any real thought until the last 5 days before. So here it is, the day. And I don’t have a present for him.
Just as well. It’s complicated. He’s my friend – he’s a good friend and always will be – but investing any emotional energy past that point is a waste of perfectly good affections.
And too much fuss over his birthday is a good way to muddle the issue.
(That said, in all honesty if I’d had a decent gift-related epiphany, I’d totally have gotten him something.)
So instead, I ran out and bought the makings of a cake.
And since I know he’s coming, I baked a cake.
Well, someone had to do it.
Feliz cumpleaños, El Niño.