It was nine years ago today that my clever, brave, and adventurous swashbuckler Andrew came into the world. This little pirate never ceases to amaze me with his wit.
I’m reminded of halloween night two years ago, when he and his little brother Castaway Conner, and me went around the dark neighborhood knocking on doors. At one particular house, we knocked, waited, rang the bell, waited some more and began to wonder if we were mistaken in thinking that this house was indeed inviting trick or treaters to knock. The facade was brightly lit and decorated to the hilt with halloween stuff and music could be heard through the window. A crowd of other trick or treaters had joined us, knocking and ringing and wondering themselves. Then, just as all were about to give up, a hideous, evil looking monster jumped from behind a bush wailing and weilding an ax.
All of the kids, and most of the parents, ran screaming at the tops of their lungs. All but one that is. Andrew the Adventurous stood there looking at the creature, eyes bulging, blood dripping from its fangs, and said, “trick or treat” holding out his candy sack.
I love you son and am damned proud of you. Happy Birthday fearless one. Sgt Hook out.
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