On Sunday my kid is turning 25. A whole quarter century. That does not make me feel any younger. Then again, it doesn’t explicitly make me feel old either. It is what it is. But I do realize how fortunate I am to have two great kids. Okay maybe I contributed a bit to their “greatness” …, but seriously, as biased as every parent is, my kids, well, they’re my kids, and they’re the best.
Unfortunately, we are not able to see each other on Sunday and decided we’d hold a celebration on Friday. That is why today I cook. You see, every year, as far as I can remember, she wants Moussaka for her birthday. You know, Moussaka … that Greek dish that takes like forever to prepare …? Sliced potatoes, eggplant (I add Zucchini to it), specially spiced lamb or beef, tomatoes, and a smooth béchamel with cheese to top it to make for a hearty, incredibly yummy dish. (for all the vegetarians and vegans, use chickpeas and or tofu instead of the meat, prepare the béchamel with almond milk… and vavavoom you got yourself a vegan one). It is her absolute favorite, and so I make it on her birthday. Year after year.
At 25, she has become quite the young woman. A long time ago, she won the Disney award for dreamers and doers. Today, she still dreams. She still does. She still wants to change the world for the better, one step at a time. She still sees and believes in the good of people. She still is that girl that on any given morning will wrap sandwiches in a bag and goes to the park to make sure the homeless have a bite to eat. She is still that kid whose dream it is to open free clinics to help the people that have nowhere else to go. I kid you not. That is my child.
Today I want you to know how incredibly proud I am of her and tell her to stay true to herself, always.
Happy (early) Birthday and Namaste. With love,
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