In the face of an alarming trend among the long-term male members of our mission team to cease having birthdays when they reach 28 or 29 years of age, I made it a point to turn 43 last month -- quite publicly. My children made the occasion festive by presenting me with some of life's finer things, such as Dr. Pepper (recently though expensively and sporadically available from certain Mbale retailers) and Bourneville dark chocolate:
Best of all, of course, was the love of family together -- how do you assign a value to a hug from Emily?
Another of the signal blessings of the day was the presence of some of our favorite people--the Reeves family--in Uganda for their first time ever.
Here's Jerry...
...and Kristine
...and oldest son Jordan, speaking computerese with our Leila
I think we had enough fun to give serious thought to having another birthday around the same time next year, whether or not my beleaguered colleagues are able to escape the temporal anomalies that are inhibiting their progress along the time line.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
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well written and quite humorous. Glad to catch up on your blog from the USA. I'm at a Hampton Inn with free wireless--a brief anomaly of connectivity in our journey through rural Ohio.
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