Thursday, November 9, 2006
When I walked in the door after work last night, Sam and Paolo were at the kitchen table with a plate of three home-made, heavily frosted cupcakes, a lit candle in each. My present from Paolo was tied with the string of a helium-filled Spiderman balloon. My boys sang Happy Birthday to me without forgetting any of the words, which is an accomplishment for both of them. Then Paolo helped me blow out the candles before giving himself a chocolate-frosting facial. "Wait!," my internal voice shouted. "You forgot to make a wish." My mind went completely blank, and then one truth washed over me as I looked around the table. I have nothing left to wish for.