For about a whole month prior to Cooper's birthday there was a note on the fridge that said,
"The ONLY thing I want for my birthday is the cool bow at Bass Pro!"
So being the overly freaky parent that I am,
Brent took him to get fitted for the rig and I tagged along with my heart a bit shaky.
We met Stan.
If you ever find yourself a bit freaky about arming your baby with a weapon capable of bringing down a big deer, you must meet Stan.
"The ONLY thing I want for my birthday is the cool bow at Bass Pro!"
So being the overly freaky parent that I am,
Brent took him to get fitted for the rig and I tagged along with my heart a bit shaky.
We met Stan.
If you ever find yourself a bit freaky about arming your baby with a weapon capable of bringing down a big deer, you must meet Stan.
Cooper was measured and his strength tested and then he listened and learned.
He took everything very serious. So serious, in fact, I wondered where his smile had gone!
Stan was so professional and treated Cooper like a fine young man that was ready for this step.
(I, on the other hand, still had a shaky heart)
Once the bow was fit to Cooper like a glove, Stan took him into the shooting range where he could practice.
Again, Cooper watched and followed everything Stan said.
Again, Cooper watched and followed everything Stan said.
Finally when we walked away and Cooper had the bow and all the other equipment in his hands, I saw what I was looking for...
...the smile of my boy.
I'm telling ya...any mother's baby turning nine will break her heart to pieces.
Happy Birthday my mighty little man!

1 comment:
ok we have got to get the boys together so Coop can teach Simon a thing or two!
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