Mathew lives in Idaho. He's a grown up and he works at a hospital in the IT department.
That means he won't be here and I won't be able to bake him a birthday cake. He's in that stage of life where money is way better that random stuff, so his gift was us paying the property tax bill on his car...wah wah....needed, but lame
He did ask for each of us to write him a letter, but naturally, I failed to mail those on time.
Picturing that boy sitting in his apartment alone on his birthday with no gifts makes me want to poke an eyeball.
I scheduled a Walmart delivery for early afternoon. A cake, ice cream and candles.
I felt pretty good about that, until I imagined us all calling him up, singing to "Happy Birthday". He blows out the candles and we say goodbye. He turns hangs up and there he is....alone. With a walmart cake and a bucket of ice cream to eat alone.
This is effective mom torture.
Luckily, Mathew decided to drive to Utah when he woke up. Ethan gave me the heads up, I canceled the saddest grocery delivery ever and Ethan and Kassie had him over for cake.
I'm so so so glad!
We were on a trip to Omaha (at a restaurant with the Flynns), Megan was home in Kansas and Ethan, Kassie and Mathew were together.
I love these Facetime moments 💕
Happy Birthday, Sweet Mathew! While the rest of the world is off getting drunk on their 21st birthday, I am grateful that you find joy in a roadtrip, exploring, stopping for good food and finding family. You are on the right track!
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