Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
Willa slept through the entire celebration.
I cut the cake with the same silver knife my grandmother had used at birthdays.
It felt strange to celebrate such a small beginning in a house where I had once hosted parties for hundreds.
But those parties had always ended with me clearing the dishes after everyone important went home.
This celebration ended with my brother washing the plates while I held my daughter.
It was smaller.