I started this draft on March 13th, uploaded the photos, wrote a sentence or two and then the play started at Wasatch, and then Mary was running for office and then we left town for 10 days… (I promise I’ll catch up on all those later!)
Stefan’s birthday always seems to fall during busy weeks. There’s a sad, sad story from his elementary years when I said, “We can’t have a party for you right on your birthday, but we’ll do one later.”
My heart almost broke in late May when he quietly asked, “Do you think I could have a birthday party now?”
Poor kid. BUT. We have celebrated his actual day beautifully ever since, even if his party does compete with Gabe practicing his solos and Xander running off to an orchestra concert that night (not to mention New Beginnings for Mary at church that evening). Kind of the same way that Sammie with a September 21st birthday knows the day will almost always be sunny, Stefan knows his birthday will almost always be BUSY (case in point, Hans opening his mission call on Stefan’s birthday two years ago).
Stefan’s always been the sweet kid who doesn’t ask for much, who can’t wait to pound holes in the wall with his new hammer (Heather isn’t so sure); who requests a dinner of soup and bread and can’t wait to read all the books we bought him in Russian for his birthday.
I love the way Stefan and Heather make time to visit even when they’re exhausted with school and work and even when they know their visits will be punctuated with the comings and goings of a busy family. We’ll miss them this summer when they head to Tallinn, Estonia for internships, but we’ll text and Skype and share in their adventures.
We love you Stefan. You are so brave and strong and good. Happy happy birthday!
p.s. What defines your birthday? I’d love to know.