It’s difficult to write about my Hansie because he’s so completely wonderful that you’d surely accuse me of obnoxious blatant bragging.
But my dear boy is 12 today so let’s delight in all his fabulousness.
“Let me take out the garbage!”
“If I hear a blood-curdling cry, I might look up from my book. But as long as there are no guns or knives around I’ll go right back to reading.”
“Your only flaw, Mom, is that you’re too hard on yourself.”
OK, OK, I know what you are thinking. “He doesn’t look twelve!?!” And he surely doesn’t. But Hans embraces his smallness. I recently bought him new church pants in size 10. As the cuffs pooled on the floor he admonished me, “Face it Mom, I’m small. Please get me size 8s.”
Webster’s defines ‘Hansel’ as a gift given for good luck. And that’s exactly what he’s been for me.