This year we celebrated Gene on April 10, rather than Bright. Thankfully, his favorite cake is still strawberry. As usual, he requested an intimate dinner with one other family. Not surprising, he requested that black eyed peas be served along with cornbread, and all the strawberries that didn't go into the cake. So other than the fact that we sang, "Happy Birthday dear Gene," and other than the fact that nine candles were on the cake instead of eight, things seemed just the same as always.
In fact, because he loves his new name so much, and because he wears it so well, like a tailor made suit, I have grown incredibly fond of it myself.