It has always been a standing joke in the family that I've never been invited to the queen's birthday party, what with us being born on the same day, never thinking it would actually come true.

I had a birthday party with my family and friends at a house, and Chipotle catered. It was beautiful.

Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious.
"In another life, I could love you."
I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.
"I might love you in this one.

We wanted it to be very kid-like and birthday party-ish.

My son called his auntie yesterday and invited her to his birthday party. Now she can't come.

With all the children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and in-laws, she still knows everyone's birthday, how old they are and what their favorite food is. Plus she can tell you all about anyone who comes to see her, what they had on, what they said, how long they stayed and where they were going when they left. She has not forgotten a bit of that.