M’s Birthday

I wasn’t there last year, or the year before… and the one before that was in South Beach.

So this year, I made it a point to at least fly in the-day-off… only to realize that I needed to work.

On a Sunday.

A convenient day for a birthday.

But then she said, she doesn’t mind…. it’s just a birthday – we shrugged our shoulders.

A cake, no way… panna cotta with fresh strawberries. Where does the candle go A asked… umm, maybe on that pie? One high-chair at our dinner table, a Berlin boy and we made it out till 4am.

We will plan to go to Watch Hills some weekend… but until then. Happy belated birthday M. Apparently, I will always be wishing you late.


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