Julian’s birthday is today.

I am trying to celebrate it more than last year. Honestly, doing anything would be considered celebrating it more. For some reason May 7th always sneaks up on me. I’ve known for something like 18 years that his birthday is May 7th. In fact, every year, it’s the same 7 days into May and yet, I seem to not know how to count to 7 or look at a calendar at the end of April.

Quinn wanted to decorate the whole house, but she settled for three handmade posters and some ribbon. She wanted to surprise him so I was ordered to stay up after J (like that is hard to do) and decorate.

A few times before Julian’s mom died on his birthday I would send her a note and thank her for having such a wonderful son. That I knew the reason he was so good to me (in fact, he’s amazing to me, I’m very lucky) was because of his love for her. I thanked her for having that boy on May 7th so many years ago.

I think this year J-man is feeling the age. He’s stressed to the max but he swears it’s not his age – it’s just work, Q’s impending transplant, financial pressures of raising sick kids, and the stress of raising two sick kids plus one nephew. Things in life right now? Not birthday bliss-like, ya know?

And for his birthday? He gets to go to boy scouts. And he gets to wear that uniform. And I get to laugh. So all in all should be a great day.

(If you want to text him a birthday greeting email me – I don’t care if you don’t know us personally. I just think it would be funny for him to get texted all day.)