Tuesday was my birthday. I had a BLISSFUL day…never in my life can I remember a day filled with such love, coming from so many directions.  It truly is a day I will cherish for years, maybe forever.

But an odd thing happened between the cupcake shops a friend was taking me to for various tastings. Mr. Flavor the Month called.

Mind you, this guy is the one who wanted to scale friendship back to acquainences. I haven’t heard from him at all in four months. Meaning, we aren’t *that* well acquainted! The call went like this:

Him: “Hi! Do you know who this is?”

Me: “Um…your voice sounds familiar…this is a little embarrassing…give me a clue.”

Him: “Well…I’m a TN friend.”

Me: (wracking my brain cuz he really did sound familiar but didn’t recognize the number but I felt like I ought to know) “Oh…I knew that from your area code. Really, I’m sorry I can’t tell! Just tell me!”

Him: “Well another hint is that we have Capital Coffee in common”.

Me: “OH! Mr-I’m-too-self-absorbed-to-be-your-friend”!

Okay, okay…I didn’t say that. I said his name. But my jaw was dropping to because I could not figure out why in the world he would be calling on THAT particular day.

Him: “Well, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”

Me: “That’s so sweet! How did you remember today was the day?”

Him: “For some reason, it was in my calendar. I decided that everyone deserves to be remembered on their birthday, even if no one else makes it happy for them.”

Ugh….yeah. I don’t get “speechless” often but that one just about did it. He obviously expected to find me morose and depressed, alone and pathetic, with no birthday celebration. The friend next to me was loudly urging me to come on in for the cupcake selections and I laughed.

Mr. Flavor ought not to have worried. His greeting ranked just below the automated card my dentist sends out.