Joseph just turned 15.
The time has flown since we brought him home from the hospital to join his older three siblings!
Here he is now,
a big, strapping manly fellow,
a good friend, a leader, a hard worker,
a delightful son.
His greatest longing for his birthday
was to invite 17 friends over to play woodland warfare with him.
(paintball, you know)
At the end of the day,
despite his amiable nature,
he had shot them all in the head--at least once.
You may not find this quite as humerus if you are redneck deficient....for us, it was great fun!
Joseph filled his big brother's shoes nicely,
leaving some battle scarred,
(which is quite a trophy to be proud of, by the way)
...and all in awe of his extra long barreled Tipman.
Boys practicing to be heroes, competing to be the last man standing....
....this is the good stuff for young rednecks....
a day to be proud of, to tell stories of for years to come-
-the day he shot his cousin in the wrist and made him bleed...."ya, that was awesome!"
They all loved it, returning to the porch in between rounds with huge grins on their faces.
Gabe and I were bystanders on the porch listening to the battle sounds echoing form the woods.
I can't believe I did not get a picture of Gabe in his camo, face paint, the works.
He was as excited as the rest of them, just waaaay more cute!
As for Joe,
he had so much fun shooting his friends that he is already making plans
for the next time.