While in the kitchen I overheard a group of people singing “Happy Birthday” to someone a couple of houses down. I paused what I was doing and I listened all the way through. I wish I would have been able to hear the name of the birthday honoree, but it didn’t really matter.
For some reason it made me happy. It brought joy to me. I wanted to scream out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” through the kitchen window so badly. I should have.
I hope the cake tasted delicious and I hope the person’s wishes come true.