Tuesday Titter

You always made me titter. The memories of you still do. They fill me with happiness and keep you close.

20 years ago today you were called Andrew at 12 year old Stuffanie’s suggestion. You had chubby cheeks and pooped all over my white sweater one time.

Thank you for saying “bro” with the extra syllable. I am laughing out loud right now, picturing your chubby cheeks uttering, “I am your Ba- Ro!”

While most people "shuffled" off to Buffalo, you "shoveled" off to Buffalo. I can still see you snuggled between the Grammas in the front seat on our way to St. Germain singing, “You go home and get your panties, I’ll go home and get my scanties and away we’ll go… oh, oh, oh, Off we’re gonna’ Shovel. Shovel off to Buffalo.”

I will toast at my wedding using your, “Put your bottoms in the air!” “Bottoms up!” is overused anyway!

You fished. You lost shoes. You posed for cheesy photos. You gave Dad purpose.

There was nothing more entertaining than listening to you tell a story. Your sound effects were unmatched. Every story had a gun shot or a blast of water even if it didn't need it.

You called your dog Hunter.

You were never ever a slave to fashion… I loved that!

Ozzy’s ass on that sleeveless tee was awesome. The best part was that it was worn to help celebrate Christmas.

Oh, and Fox Racing hats go with everything!

Thanks for hugs. Thanks for letting me call you Drew. Thanks for being responsible. Thanks for your crooked smile. Thanks for making me so proud.

I miss you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!