Tomorrow Drew turns 15! I can't believe my baby is a young man. Yes, he is six foot tall and has a mind of his own, but it seems like only yesterday the nurse was holding him up for me to see his wrinkled red face crying in protest at being forced into a world he did not want to face.
Usually I give the birthday boy the choice of what I will make for his special birthday dinner. This year, Drew wanted to eat out. Normally we don't go to restaurants very often, and I debated, but it seemed like a good idea.
He chose the Cheesecake Factory. I have never been to one, but have been told they are wonderful. There is a nice one in Pittsford, so after evening service we headed in that direction. The parking lot was full and I wondered how long we would have to wait for a table.
To my surprise, they seated us right away. The menu was a thick book of options, delicacies and desserts (after all, they are known for their cheesecake). Kiel got the Shepherd's Pie, I got the Madeira chicken, and Drew ordered plain pasta! Plain pasta? With cheese? I could have made that at home in a heartbeat!
Never mind - its his night. Be happy for him and listen to him. We ate and chattered and enjoyed the ambiance. We all stopped after eating half the portion served - all of us considering that dessert should be tried! Everything was delicious.
Yes, Kiel had the Godiva chocolate cheesecake, Drew had white chocolate raspberry cheesecake, and I tried the chocolate triffle. I let it drop to the waiter that it was Drew's birthday. After the waiter left, Drew said, "You know what they do in restaurants to birthday people?" Yes, they sing to them. He expressed that it was the last thing he wanted. He would be embarrassed - why o why did I have to tell them it was his birthday!!!
Secretly I think he was pleased to have the attention, and indeed, the wait crew came over with his dessert that had a lighted candle in it and "Happy Birthday" written in chocolate around the edge of the plate, singing. Drew smiled from ear to ear, and afterwards took a picture of the dessert with his phone.
He is that awkward combination of boy and man as his requests for presents indicated. He ended up with an action figure, a VeggieTales DVD and a new pair of sneakers for Monday night soccer. Happy Birthday, my young son. May you have a blessed and wonderful adventure throughout the year as you grow more and more into manhood.
Love, MOM
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