I’m a regular at my favorite breakfast place, eating there once or twice a week — often with Louise, sometimes by myself. I speak Spanish with the young man who busses tables, and yesterday morning he told me he is going to be a father and invited me to the baby shower for his daughter, whose birth is expected in May. Judging from the elaborate invitation, it’s going to be quite the celebration.
I was touched and surprised by the invite. I’m going to be in San Diego with Matt and family on the date of the party, but if not, I’d go. The bag contains a printed invitation, and a small box with three chocolates and a tiny pink frosted cookie with the baby’s name.