I feel like I have gone with the flow. Being adaptable to this new reality. However, in the last few days, I am getting a little annoyed. Tomorrow is Bailey’s 25th birthday. Before the shit hit the fan, I had a plan. Well, many plans of making his day special, but the one big item on the table was a surprise party. That had to be nixed. Sure, that will be something we revisit after our current hostage situation has resolved itself, but there is a level of grief that comes with knowing that I can’t give him the celebration that we originally planned.
Enough of my pity party. Let me just say, Bailey is adaptable. Always has been. Maybe it is because he has Down syndrome or quite possibly he takes after his father. Doesn’t matter. I just want to be like Bailey when I grow up. Through this whole situation, he hasn’t complained. His only concern is what we are serving for the next meal. Last night, I had him think about what he might want for dinner on his special day. I got him an apple pie for his dessert. I am even trying – fingers crossed because it is late notice – to get special yard signs delivered. It won’t matter to him one way or another. He is just excited that it is his birthday.
Tomorrow will be a celebration no matter what are current circumstances are. The world became a better place when Addison Bailey Jones was born.