We laugh, We cry, and
Sing the boys, A lullaby.
You work, you play,
And you always pray.
If you would ask another soul
They may say you’re a little cold.
You save your best for those you love –
Football, family and God above.
You are smart, kind
And never mind
To be in prayer
With those who care.
Birthdays can be an emotional day,
They remind us of the price we pay.
I will never stop trying to please you
Even when you say I already do.
For the man I married,
Words can never seem to carry
The truth of my love for you.
Happy birthday, Ryan, boo.
Writing has been hard lately, as we deal with some family drama. But yesterday was Ryan’s birthday and I felt the need to create a poem for him!
By no means is it award winning, maybe it’s not even worth publishing… but I know he loves when I write for him so I gave it a try.
The kids were all great while we ran errands, went to a giant craft fair, and had supper out with the Wickeds and nanny. Then we let him win in Parcheesi and came home so he could game with his friend. If you ask me, THAT was a great birthday.
Xo, Chelsea
