|The coat was his gift from me, the gun, from his|
dad and the pants, from himself. Hick much?
He also played crib with his dad, went Hollywood Hunting (which is when you drive around in a truck through trails to find a target, for all you non-Hicks) and visited his Grandfather's farm. Cause he's so Rock'n'Roll.
I am unexplicably in love with that man.
Here's to another year of country-singing, Lucy-loving, sleep-talking, Western-quoting, gun-toting Andrew.
Happy Birthday Andrew. Be happy I didn't put a bunch of embarassing pictures of you, as I had originally planned.
|The cake I made for his 24th. He didn't get |
one this year, because he is a grownup now.