We gave him a strong Scottish name Andrew Douglas Robertson Wilson, honoring my side of the family. We came home from the hospital a week later and he was greeted with one happy and one not so happy sibling, who quickly adjusted and was thrilled to have a brother.
And a better one, no one could want. Andy was calm, relaxed, and easy going - a delight to have around. Andy just went with the flow from car shopping on the day he came home from the hospital, to basketball games, soccer games, swim meets, and out to dinner often. He was such a smiley, happy
little guy with the biggest blueberry eyes that I wanted him with me every minute!
But then, he discovered balls....
His first word was not Mama or Dada but "ball" and they became his love. I think he was obsessed with them from before his first birthday. Whether it was rolling, pitching, kicking, throwing or dunking, he loved it.
As he got older, hitting a tennis ball or driving a golf ball became his passion.
To this day, whatever Andy's interests are, he puts has heart and soul into them.
He never complains, is patient, hardworking and as happy as the day he was born.
Now, to see him as a husband and father, I am so proud.
I love you Andy,
Happy Birthday, XXOOX, Mommy