This photo looks battered because he took it with him to camp. In August, long after he had returned home, I got a call from camp. Eric had been named Best Boy Camper. Not just for his two-week session, but for the whole summer. Apparently, the choice was unanimous among the counselors. We drove five hours back to Virginia for the ceremony.
Happy 21st Birthday, Son.
Best Boy (via anugent)
I’m still the best boy camper!
Thanks mom! Love you:)
