Andrew has always been my gung-ho boy. When he jumps in, he jumps in with both feet. He gets so enthusiastic over things that he can drive me CRAZY telling me every.single.detail on his latest passion. He works harder than any boy I know. He talks like a true country hillbilly. He saunters around like a cowboy and wears camo almost every single day. (He shines up for church, thankfully.) He gives wonderful hugs and tells the funniest stories with the craziest, coolest sound effects ever. He can easily get me laughing so hard I cry.
And now he is 12.
His latest passions are camping and survival, rabbits and deer farming. A solo week-long camping trip is his big dream for the summer. (Don't ever give a boy My Side of the Mountain and expect anything different.) This was very much a camping themed birthday.
I hid all his gifts in the stairway going upstairs so he had to seek them out before opening them. He got a tent a whistle/compass from Matt and I and a sleeping bag from Grandma and Grandpa. He got some money from Nanny and Poppy to put toward deer raising and the sequel to The Green Ember for his reading pleasure. Aunt Holly and Uncle John got him a waterproof notebook. And I found a pair of camo pants at Walmart deeply discounted for just $3.00.
And since I despise camo in all its' redneck forms- so you know I love the boy to buy him those for ANY amount of money! ;-)
(His birthday cake was Green Ember inspired too.)
He declared it his best birthday ever.ever.ever. and was walking on air the rest of the week.
It was wonderful.
He is wonderful.