Happy Birthday to my Little Brother

Background:  My brother and his wife are expecting their first child soon.  My SIL is 35 weeks pregnant and currently on bedrest.  I’ve taken Tuesdays as the day to provide them with a meal.  I got a phone call yesterday that went something like this:

“Hey, are you still planning on bringing us food tomorrow?”

“That’s the plan.  Is that okay?”

“Yeah.  Do you know what you were planning on making?”

“I was thinking tacos, Mexican rice and green beans.”


“Well, you know, tomorrow IS my birthday.”

“Yes.  I was planning on bringing a birthday cake for dessert.  Is that okay?”

“Well, yeah.  I guess tacos would be okay.”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

“Well, you know, I usually get to pick out what I want for my birthday and get a nice birthday dinner, but Rachel obviously can’t do that this year.  I was thinking, you do make pretty good enchiladas.”


“Do you want me to make you some enchiladas?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, that would be great.  And you already had the Mexican rice on the menu, so that will go well.  You do make some pretty good rice.”

“Thanks.  I suppose I could swing for some enchiladas for my baby brother.”

“That would be awesome.  Thank you.”

So, today, I’m slaving away in the kitchen making enchiladas.  Actually, it’s not really slaving.  Cooking is one of my love languages, and I’m happy to do it.  It’s not often that I receive such complements from my little brother — even if he is just trying to butter me up.

So Happy Birthday to my punk little brother, soon to be daddy!   Your big sister is happy to provide you with a special birthday meal.  Come next July, though, it might be nice to provide me with a jar or two of your famous homemade salsa.  Just sayin’.

~Mama Tutu

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A Christian wife, mother, daughter, former educator, photographer, amateur chef, pretend gardener, alto 🎶, book nerd, cancer-survivor and laundry-hater.
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