“I’m asking you to please give me that one!”

So Ryan flew off today around two, and now we’re down to two here at our apartment (Solomon and I—João’s currently in the States to present some info on our program to the American Board of Directors and go to his son’s graduation at BYU). As much as it’s a bit quiet without our other boys, I love Solomon (the new national director of Care For Life, who moved here a few months ago and who's living with us until he can find a house and send word for his family to move here)—he’s such a genuinely good, honest and caring guy, and hilariously quirky. One example: yesterday Ryan, Solomon and I were all lounging about at night and chatting, enjoying Ryan’s last night here, and I was snacking on some discounted Easter chocolate I’d bought at the supermarket downtown. To be polite, I offered each of them an egg each time I’d grab one, and each time Solomon very politely said no thank you. After that happened about five times, I figured he didn’t like chocolate in general, and set about eating the rest myself—when I got down to the last one and was about to put it in my mouth, though, his eyes got huge and he stuck out his hand at me, anxiously almost yelling, “I’m asking you to please give me that one! Please give me that one!” It caught me so off guard I just started laughing, especially because my first thought was, “That is so Solomon.” Oh man, I love that guy. Whenever we’re talking someone starts laughing.