Gabe’s birthday wish list: pajama pants, athletic shorts, a plaid shirt, mittens.
Kind of makes me think I haven’t been looking out for his needs.
Gabriel, my darling, beautiful, almost angelic child. This is the year where everyone who sees him, stops in their tracks and gasps, “You’ve grown!”
He’s getting tired of the constant talk about his height, but I think this may be the the year he surpasses all his brothers– fitting justice for a fifth son.
It’s been a good year. As Mary says, “It’s nice having such a cool, funny older brother at school.”
Gabe’s still our gentle boy,
always ready with a joke,
and our constant peacemaker.
Happy Birthday Gabe! We love you so.