"Sis. Duce, Sis. Duce look at my new fishing pole I got for my birthday," said my beaming Scout. "And look at this chocolate cake we're going to eat in the mountains," he said, pulling a bakery box from the cooler.
I immediately knew nothing I could say or suggest would be more important to this 10-year-old than spending time with his family in the mountains to celebrate the milestone of having a two-digit age.
"Happy Birthday," I said giving him a hug and wishing I would have remembered a token gift for the moment. "I came to remind you that we're having a Scout activity next week and wondered what kind of cupcakes I can make for you."