Ok, after a short intermission for WOF, Bruce’s birthday week resumes.
Here he is on his turf. His home away from home, the building where he spends almost as many waking hours as he spends at home.
Every Sunday night for years and years (even before we moved to Longview, at our Hoquiam church), Bruce disappears. Sometimes we get an early dinner together, but often not. He is headed to youth group to hang out with those bizarre teenagers. He serves as mentor, confidant, technology guy, and back row peanut gallery.
Tonight there was a special speaker talking about her missionary trip to Africa, so we made it a family affair.
Happy Belated Birthday, sweetie! Three different hats down, how many to go?!?
3 comments:
That's only 2 different hats. I was wearing this one in the last photo too. :)
I think it takes someone special to be able to hang around teens. It isn't something I choose to do... you must have a gift, Bruce!
Boy, Bruce sure is keeping you in check, isn't he? :) Too funny.
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