The Day I Turned 28
But I could tell that there had been some anticipation on his part. I hadn’t thought that he would be leaving for work, that maybe he’d like to know before he left. But it was too late now. He was practically on his way out the door, having already made a birthday cake for me before I was even awake. My heart twinged when I realized how thoughtless I’d been, but I knew Micah would never complain or make a big deal about it. A phone call would have to do.
“Happy birthday,” he said, and gave me a hug and kiss before he left. “Give me a call when you know what’s up.”Of course I would give him a call. Of course. But for now I needed breakfast, a shower, something fun to do with the boys. It was my birthday and I was going to make it a good one.
By 10:00 the boys and I were out the door in our jackets. It was warm for the end of November, and though we’d just gotten home from a trip to Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving, we wanted to take advantage of the beautiful weather. I packed the camera and a few snacks and we headed for the nearest playground, a couple of blocks away.
But first, we had an errand to run. “Boys, I need to stop in here for a minute.”
I steered them into the store. “What do you need to get?” Manchild asked.
“Oh, just something.”
I scanned the walls of the small store for what I was looking for. No luck. “Can I help you?” the man behind the counter asked.
I told him what I was looking for, and he showed me his supply. I hemmed and hawed, wished I could be more decisive, and in the end paid more than I wanted for more than I needed. But I put it in my bag and tried not to think about it as we walked to the playground.
“Happy birthday to me. We’re going to have a baby.”