I left one picture on the fridge, toward the bottom, so he could see it.
It’s his birthday today. Five years old.
When I kissed him this morning, when I told him happy birthday, I also told him Mommy didn’t have any presents for today.
I didn’t go into it. I didn’t make excuses. I don’t have any.
“But Grandma and Papa are coming tonight, and I bet, knowing Grandma, she’ll have lots of presents for you. Grandma’s really good at bringing presents.”
Grandma has the gift of giving gifts. So does her son.
“And when we get to our new house, we’ll have a party with presents just for you.”
Thankfully Hank and Carol came over Tuesday night. They brought us supper and a special birthday Batman cake and everything.
p.s. I love you John David.