Happy Birthday Elder Carter!

Vanessa, Me, Trent, and Cindy.

I am a rebel. You may have noticed in my last post, I didn't use Elder Wille or Elder Carter. I like to call them by their first names. It's more personal to me; it doesn't feel constricting or formal when you say Ryan or Trent.

Me, Mom, Vanessa, Ryan

Right before Easter, we learned of Trent's birthday. (It's now one of the questions I ask when interrogating, I mean interviewing, the new missionaries I met.) When I heard they had nothing planned, I stepped up. I am always down for a good party, and I am forever down for birthdays.

I am one who hates my birthday. I always feel forgotten or left out, because my birthdays mostly suck. I try to make others feel loved, however, and I am sure Trent felt it that night. I rallied the troops and we threw together a quick but wonderful party. We had the entire gang there, Kaylee, Mom, Cindy, Joe, Logan, Vanessa and obviously Ryan and Trent.

We met at Tony's for dinner, and when it came to sing, the staff joined us! It was such a good spirited event, that random strangers sang along with us! Trent got ties from us, because what missionary doesn't need more ties!

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELDER CARTER!