Today is the day my favorite person, e, was born. Thus, I made him banana pancake-crepes (my mother’s recipe) and we will have dolsot bibimbap (what else?) at our current favorite restaurant for dinner. In between we will do whatever he wants. I wish there was a way I could express in writing how I feel about him. It’s terrifically ironic to be a writer and yet be unable to find the words. Every year I think of writing him a story as a present, but happiness and true love don’t seem to make for very exciting fiction. Someday I will publish a book, and it will be dedicated to him. Maybe he’ll know then how I feel. Maybe one day I’ll find a way to express it beyond banana pancakes.