My son is 23 years old today. He went to work this morning and won't be home till early evening. My daughter is in the kitchen baking him a cake. We went to breakfast on this rainy blustery fall morning, then did errands and got ingredients. She travels back to school late tonight while he has birthday plans with friends. Before all that, we will sing and eat cake and I will silently give thanks for him in our lives, this boy who made me a mother and made us a family, who keeps us laughing with his antics and who is surrounded by loyal friends.
Update: My daughter wasn't too happy with the way the caramel drizzle and cinnamon cream cheese frosting turned out but the birthday boy pronounced the cake to be "epic."