It’s a tradition. On our kids’ birthdays, my husband and I call them with a birthday greeting just early enough in the morning so that they’re a bit dazed and confused. Today is our daughter’s 22nd birthday and we kept to tradition.
With a raspy morning voice, she answers, “Hello?” Our cue. We belt out our traditional rendition of “Happy Birthday,” knowing she is lying in bed with eyes still shut, but with her mouth open in the shape of a smile. “Thanks, guys,” she says. “I’m going back to sleep.” Before ending the call, we say in unison, “We love you!” The call ends and we high-five one another for a job well done.