My husband, Peter’s, birthday is this week.
Peter does not celebrate his birthday.
Peter doesn’t think the day of his birth is anything to celebrate. He’s happy to celebrate my birthday, but he says he should get to do what he wants to do on his birthday. And what he wants to do is not celebrate. So that’s what we do.
“Can I send Peter a card?” my mother asks, as if she needs permission to do a thing…