Not old enough for this

For Chris’s birthday, we had unconventional party stuff. Small cookout, his brothers and mine and their families only. He asked for banana pudding instead of cake, which he doesn’t like, so I made this whopping one with something like ten bananas in it. On his birthday itself, I made madeleines—they were light, warm, beautifully yellow and barely browned, and we ate them with lemon sorbet, and I can’t quite understand how we weren’t immediately assumed into heaven, but somehow he’s forty now and I’ll be thirty-nine soon, he borrowed our neighbor’s extension ladder to fix the gutter this weekend, the house is still dirty, and I still have to balance the checkbook. I used some night repair crème that came in my last makeup bonus, and now I may have to buy a bottle of it. How did this happen?