When we got home from the champagne tasting, the message light was on. I knew it was Josie. I pressed the button, and there she was, singing "Happy Birthday" to me.
Squeaky little girl voice, but her pitch and rhythm are exactly right.
I'd been home fifteen minutes or so and then she called.
"Happy Birthday Nonai!"
"Thank you, Bug!"
"Did you hear my message?"
"I did! You sang wonderfully. Would you sing it for me again?"
She giggles. "Yeah," she says, shyly.
"Did you have a good birthday?" she asks when she's done with the song.
"Yes," I say. "I had a fine time."
"What party did you have?"
That is, did I have a Gymboree party, or a Pump It Up party, or did I have some of my friends over for a Pirate party, or what?
"Well, I haven't had a party yet." This perplexes her, and she's a little concerned. She's always had at least two or three birthday parties (and attends her friends' on a regular basis), so how can it be my birthday and I haven't even had one yet?
"We'll have a party when you and your Mom come over on Sunday... Okay?"
"Okay," she says, apparently placated. "Love you, bye..."