One of our birthday traditions is breakfast in bed so Gabe woke to hot-off-the-griddle flapjacks this morning. You know you love your son when you carry the mill and wheat berries down to the basement to grind so you won't wake the kiddos but can still make his favorite breakfast before he wakes.
Here he is riding the bike Grandma and Papa surprised him with. He was beaming with pride and rode it all evening until we drug him inside. My heart was so full watching him. What an incredible son. I love you, Gabe!
