This cool cat turned 14 at the beginning of April. His birthday this year was abit overshadowed with COVID19 and so no one came to share dinner and cake with us in celebration but he took it like a champ, as almost-men are wont to do.
His body has stretched to surpass his Mama (that's a feat!) and his feet have grown to surpass his Papa's. He gets paid man wages for mans' work and does the job well. He recently pruned a neighbors entire orchard in exchange for a shotgun. He is passionate and enthusiastic about new things- he dove right in to making maple syrup this year. He handles the cow with the ease and comfort of an old cowboy. He does quite a bit of the mans' work around here, even when Matt IS home...like bringing in wood and mowing the lawn and splitting kindling. He's just a reliable guy.
I love all these things about him.
I also love his grin. His magnificent EYEBROWS! The fact that he can make any one of us die laughing with his sense of humor and impersonations. (He really could be Tim Hawkins' double.) The times that he is infuriating are far less than the times that he is hilarious. That he still kisses me good night and hugs me goodbye. That he still comes and finds me to talk about...whatever. AND the fact that he is cool enough to wear his little sisters' handmade birthday hat- just for her!
I'm sitting here, all melty like. I do love a little person, big person gift exchange. I love the look of excited anticipation on the little people. I love the grace and goodness of the big people in accepting humble offerings. I'm a puddle.
Grandpa and Grandma did a drive by birthday gift throw onto the porch.
I exaggerate. (But only slightly. ha!)
Andrew's requested birthday cake was FUNNEL CAKE! And LOTS OF IT.
May the Lord continue to grow you, my boy. In both strength and goodness.
May you be a sharpened arrow to serve the King, all the days you are given.