We were over at my mom’s house the other night. Since she missed August’s actual birthday by a day, she threw him a second first birthday party.
If possible, he liked his second first birthday cake even better than the first.
After the cake was consumed and the plates were cleared away, my mom brought out a picture to share. August took particular note.
It’s me, of course. Around 18 months, my mom thinks. I think that August’s eyes betray a glimpse of recognition. Or is it just amusement? We’ll never know. But isn’t it funny to think that he, too will be 38 years old one day?
