the quiet man

andrew turned 11 quietly on the 10th of this month.
he was home from his sea world trip and celebrated with his friends at the park.
quietly.

quiet.
a word used to describe andrew.
not that he isn't noisy or loud at times.
not that he doesn't get angry or frustrated.
he is just quiet.

he doesn't like to make a fuss.
he isn't about calling attention to himself.
he likes peace, calm, and tranquility.

he is crazy funny.
but you have to be listening.
he is subtle.
he is clever.
he is mature.

he is loving.
but not outwardly.
he sneaks it in.
he whispers it.
he is tender.

he is adventurous.
but not to the point of danger.
he walks the line.
he tests it out.
he is restrained.

he is amazingly bright.
but keeps his thoughts to himself.
if it's worth sharing, he will.
if called upon, he's on it.
he is gifted but not pretentious.

he works things out.
with his friends.
with his siblings.
with himself.
sometimes i wish he would ask for help.
sometimes it's frustrating that he doesn't.
but he's found a way to make it ok.

he's a heck of a ball player.
but he doesn't like the roar of the crowd.
he hates to disappoint.
he doesn't want to be a star.
but that smile shows his love of the game - strike out, walk or hit.
that smile means everything.

he is all love.
he is all laughter.
he is all that is good in the world.

i will quietly whisper i love you.
he will quietly whisper he loves me too.
that's all we need to know.