I cannot believe that it was twenty one years ago when I fell in love. He had curly brown hair and sweet blue eyes that would later turn to green. He stole my heart instantly.
He was a playful little guy, always up for fun and adventure. A twinkle in his eye and a wide smile always greeted me in the mornings. He adored animals. I had a wolf hybrid at the time that took him in as his own pack. Andrew was a modern day Mowgli. He ran about the back yard on all fours, never really learning to crawl, howling at sirens, and yes, peeing on trees. He would sit on the large dog and jump through windows to get outside with him. He didn’t care for clothing much and for a stint, while he was two, would only wear a karate belt. He would mimic Bruce Lee in the living room and then would love to be snuggled and kissed.
He loved his new little sister when she joined the household and then his other sister the following year. He was extremely protective, and still is, and kind to them. He certainly had his moments of being a rough and tumble big brother, but that is to be expected. He was the ring leader of their trio and kept the girls busy outdoors for years until he went off to college. He developed board games, and hideouts, and hours and hours of make believe fun.
When he was in fifth grade, he thought himself to be a pirate. A real one. He got his ear pierced on his upper ear and had a gold hoop. He wore a bandana. He was adorable. He wasn’t trying to be adorable, he was trying to be a pirate. Andy would get in trouble in school for not reading the required age level books. He preferred the high school level because that’s where all the pirate books were at. Treasure Island was his favorite. When he loves something, he learns everything about it. So when we went to St. Thomas on a family vacation he had to correct the tour guide respectfully a few times. This child knew everything about Blackbeard and pirates. What a great time that was.
As he got older he was interested in youth group, girls (except he was too shy), and writing. He started making music, and learned eight instruments. He would walk around town playing his banjo for city workers. He and the girls were homeschooled and spent a lot of time playing music, writing books, and playing in the park. He and his future wife would meet when she was six and he eight in the neighborhood, and when she was thirteen and he fifteen they became a couple. Being the only daughter, her parents did not want her to date so they were off and on for five years until she turned eighteen. We had moved to a neighboring city four years before and then he moved to Denver for school. Time nor city could keep them apart. They are getting married July 5th.
Andrew often calls or texts me. At 6’1″ he is still my little boy. He is a talented musician, writer, and performer. He is still a kind person with a big heart. I cannot believe the time that has passed since a very tired, barely nineteen year old, caught glimpse of her true love. A little boy named Andrew. Happy Birthday Sunshine!