I wish I don't have to miss too many birthdays.
It reminds me of the very first time I encountered such a possibility and you guys probably heard this story before. The year was 1997, and I was overseas on a work trip. It was a trip that had not been planned and I had been activated at short notice to head over there to be part of a relief team. Don't know if you recall but I pointed out the case when you guys came to my department's museum for a family day visit.
I think I headed over in June, and what was envisaged to be a short trip then dragged on, leaving the four of us in the team in a limbo. Days passed and initially we mostly sat around waiting for the call that would send us home. Then we started renting videos to watch, drove to Sydney one Sunday, and even played my first proper round of golf on a public course for the princely sum of 12 Aussie dollars. It's winter and there's frost on the ground. What a way to start playing golf!
After a few weeks with no end in sight, it's almost the end of July and I asked my boss for permission to come home because I didn't want to miss the very first birthday of my son. Thankfully he agreed. I can't recall exactly how I asked but I must have weighed the situation and felt that we were just waiting and waiting and it did not really matter if I left. If the situation was such that we needed all hands on deck I would have stayed.
Anyway, this time round I am going to miss two of your birthdays (at least) but then I remember that I didn't miss too many of your birthdays the last two years. Thanks to the pandemic. And my cataract operation.
Hope you have a great time celebrating and may God continue to bless you all.
Blessed birthday Matt. Advance birthday greetings Ethan! And even more advanced greetings to Gabe and Mummy!!!
Love
Daddy
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