The Wonderful Thing

The wonderful thing is that N was surrounded at his birthday party today by people who love him. The wonderful thing is that his uncle was there. The wonderful thing is that the only friends he really cares about having around--Weeyum, Ben, Sam, Joey, Sarah--were there. The wonderful thing is that between the friends who are really our family and the neighborhood kids, there were as many as 16 kids running around at one point. The wonderful thing is that his new teacher, Ms. F, came by and stayed for a few minutes.

The horrible thing is that not one child from his class--not one of the 16 children in his class, all of whom received invitations (only six days in advance, admittedly, and via email, but still, they were invited)--showed up. Not one.

The wonderful thing is that N didn't seem to notice--and if he did, he didn't seem to care.

The horrible thing is that N didn't seem to notice--and if he did, he didn't seem to care.

It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I can't remember the last time I felt this acutely depressed.