January 15th kicks off birthday season at our house, but it’s different when Gabe is half a world away and we’re all isolating in our own little homes. Stefan and Heather are celebrating their anniviersary and due date while praying they avoid Omicron, Xander’s created hands-free crutches and glow-in-the-dark lampshades in between coughing fits, Ben, Sammie and Fritzie are staying well, and Mary made a banana pie for Gabe with her roommates in Provo.
Thanks to Amazon Prime I sent him socks and cookies (don’t you wish you could order this box?) and he promised me he’d buy himself an extra pastry today.
I’m hopeful his Christmas package might arrive since it was sorely missed on Christmas Day.
It’s OK, he got stitches for Christmas too. In a burst of holiday excitement, he jumped into an elevator and split open his head. Can you stand a photo? Maybe I’ll just link to the gore rather than post it.
Gabe’s having a good mission; a happy mission full of interesting people, delicious food, a language he loves, good companions and constant enthusiasm for the love of God.
I miss him like crazy. Happy birthday sweet boy, hurry home.