At my husband’s 40th birthday party, my 4-year-old pointed at my best friend and said, “Dad’s there.” I thought he was being silly — until I followed his finger and saw something on her body. My son had just exposed something I was never supposed to find.
Hosting my husband’s 40th birthday party in our backyard seemed like a great idea, until I was surrounded by loud music, loud guests, and what seemed like a whole kindergarten class.
And in the middle of all of it was Brad.
Forty looked unfairly good on him.
I was standing near the patio door with a stack of napkins in one hand and my phone in the other, but even after years of marriage, I sometimes still caught myself just looking at him, thinking how lucky I was.
I was so naive.
But I couldn’t pause for long.
Someone asked whether the veggie tray dip contained dairy. One of the kids began crying over a toy truck.
A small blur shot past my legs, and I looked down just in time to see my four-year-old son sprinting under the nearest table with a cake pop in his hand.
“Will, honey, we don’t throw cake pops.”
“I wasn’t!” he yelled back, which usually meant he either had or was just about to.
I looked at Brad again. He was smiling at something Ellie had said.
She and I had known each other since second grade. She was family in every way except blood.
Then someone said my name again.
“Hey, where should I put the drinks?”
I turned. “On the side table. No, the other one. Thank you.”
I moved through the party feeling proud of myself for throwing this all together and keeping it mostly under control, while also vowing that I’d never host something this big again.
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