I came home this afternoon and called Mom (even though we live on the same property), and see how her day went and talked about supper. She kept on and on, like something was on her mind and she was beating around the bush.
She finally got around to it. She was feeling sorry for herself because no one wished her a happy birthday.
Her birthday is in two weeks. She was certain it was September 1.
It will be here soon, Mom.
I love you.