It was party time this week. Every year on January 13th, David and I celebrate his new-life birthday. It started in 2006, one year after his traumatic brain injury, which he survived with a 1/600 chance of living. Those odds are definitely worth celebrating.
I baked a cake––his favorite, white cake with white fluffy frosting. I plopped the whole cake in front of him for a photo op. He must have thought it was his lucky day. He loves cake. He loves all desserts.
“Is that all for me?” he asked, with his eyes nearly popping out of his head. “NO!” I said. “You wish! That’s just for the picture.” I snapped the photo, grabbed the cake, and delivered it to the safety of the counter. I cut an extra large slice for David, a smaller one for me. We enjoyed that cake. AND…we will enjoy it for about four or five more days. Happy sweet 16 re-birthday, David!
See you soon.
Donna - author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver’s Tale
I am the author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale. It's the true story of how my husband almost left me--three times.