Monday, January 31, 2011

TWENTY FIVE on 1/31

The day after your first Birthday it snowed. 
Not very much, but enough for you 
to roll together a snowman.
Grandma and PapPap were here visiting 
and Grandma was thrilled that you
 could use the snow suit she had bought 
you when you were born. I was positive you 
would NEVER use it in Vegas. 


February 1, 1987
You were one year and one day old.
Twenty Five years have flown by, 
no, they have galloped by,
leaving me to wonder how and 
why it went by so fast.

Today, flooded with memories and overwhelmed with 
the love I have for you, I wish you a Happy Birthday
my Dearest Son.
"Scooter"


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