Today we celebrated my husband’s birthday. His birthday according to the INS, that is. He doesn’t really know when he was born. (Though he mother recalls it was a Thursday, the month, day and year are elusive). May 5th is just the date he uses when filling out forms and official documents.
When I first met him, he had said he’d never celebrated his birthday before and saw no reason to start now. So in past years we never paid too much attention to it. But now that we’ve got a son who enjoys singing “Happy Birthday” and eating birthday cake, things have changed. He was serenaded three times and then we all had a piece of carrot cake.