The end of May brings with it the end of Birthday Season for my family. With one exception, we were all born in the Spring. For a few months it’s one after another. It’s not quite as intense as Christmas, but there is much the same feel.
By the time it’s over I will have made three cakes, and mailed at least one package. This year I very nearly forgot Mr. Al’s birthday. Not that I overlooked him, but rather I got busy with other things and didn’t realize what the date was until the day after. Talk about scrambling. I already had his gift. I just didn’t fork it over on the right day.
Some friends still haven’t received anything. But they know me well. Their birthday gifts will arrive in time for Christmas.