As Robert was dressing for Seminary, I stopped him at the old belt and said...NOW! Open your tray present. He did and it fit and he loved it.
Here is how we always start each morning...and for Robert, it's several times each day for personal study as well as Seminary.
We currently have a senior missionary couple serving in our ward and Robert really likes Br. Owens and so Robert decided that for his birthday he wanted to take this couple out for dinner. That frees me up from cooking and baking some dessert. It feels strange but it is his birthday. When he was a young boy about 16, his next oldest sister, Barbara then 21, surprised the whole family by giving them gifts on her birthday because she felt so grateful for their love. This moment has stuck with him and I think it's why so often he wants to do things for others on his birthday.
But all his life with me he has always served everyone. He would cut the lawns for more neighbors than I can count because they were old, ill, or vacant. Abandoned houses that were in our area needed to be tended were...by him..because he would say, "This is my neighborhood." Sidewalks were shoveled or snow plowed after storms. When our kids were young and mom lived up the street, Robert would shovel all the up to their house, get Bonpapa's snow blower (cuz of course we never owned one ourselves) and take care of their driveway and sidewalk, then snow blow down the whole of Warwick one way and then back up the other side, returning the snow blower and gas. Back then we had neighborhood schools so at least one street was clear for the walkers. I'd like to say this was the only street he did but that would not be true. I always worried he would have a heart attack in the heart or while shoveling so much. But no amount of complaining would change his mind...until last year when I think even he realized the time to slow up had arrived.
I am grateful he is mine. And I hope he lives many more years with and for me. But as he always is quoting from Hombre...."We all gotta die, it's just a matter of when."