A Birthday Poem

Dear Drew,

On your birthday,
I have to say
I can’t believe you’re SEVEN!
I often think
that if I blink…
You will be eleven.

You’ve grown so tall,
But that’s not all…
Your mouth is full of holes.
That toothy grin
Just does me in.
My love I can’t control!!

But you’re a kid

who needs to rid
himself of mommy’s hugs.
You’re growing up.
I’m outta luck.
I can’t do much but shrug…

…At all your boy-ish antics.
You certainly are busy,
Inventing things,
devising schemes,
and generally being silly.

 You laugh a lot

at words like “snot”.
(You think gross things are funny)
You like to run.
You’re lots of fun.
And you like spending money!

You’re well-behaved,
You’re getting brave.
We couldn’t be more proud.
of who you’ve become.
You’re a wonderful son!
We’ll say it again ALOUD!

You’re a wonderful son!
And God has done
great things for our family.
He blessed us with you.
(Then Megan made two!)
We’re grateful as can be.

So on this seventh birthday,

We pray you have a blast.

We hope it’s filled with fun times.

And memories that will last.

Happy Birthday, Bud!  We love you very much!!!