Tuesday, October 6, 2009
He is our 'pocket rocket', I know, it looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
When Flynn was born, like all babies he cried, the walls shook and my quietly spoken husband just looked at me, what did I care, I was in love, and I guess you see what you want to see or hear. Sometimes I worry, like when he is at school, he'll alway's be in trouble because it will be his voice that you will hear first.
Flynn is our comedian, laugh, he can make anyone laugh, He has such a fun, open way.
Thankyou Flynn for choosing us to be your family,
thankyou for the roses everyday,
thankyou for being you, my heart bursts with love for you.
Happy 'birth' day Flynn.
When I have said my evening prayer,
and folded my clothes upon the chair,
and mother switches off the light,
I'll still be 3 years old tonight,
but by the very breack of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the greeness turns to gold,
I'll be four years old today,
four kisses when I wake,
four candles on my cake.