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a birthday poem for Sam (yet another reason why I love my husband)….

June 21, 2011

For Sam’s 2nd birthday party, Joe had two fun surprises up his sleeve (unknown to both Sam and myself!).  The first surprise was this Cat in the Hat costume (I love a man who will be silly for his son)…

And the second surprise was a poem that Joe wrote and read for Sam at the beginning of his party.  It was perfect, I absolutely loved it.  I love even more a husband who blesses his family with his gifts.  I think Sam will get a kick out of reading it for himself one day.

A Poem for Sam, Who Has Taught Me the Meaning of the Word “Delightful”

On His Second Birthday

by: Daddy

Gather round all ye children and I’ll tell you a tale

Of a sweet little fella who never would fail

To make his old daddy laugh right out loud

And never cease to make his Mommy proud.

He loves climbing on playgrounds and sliding down slides

And he’s always ready to go on car rides.

He squeals with delight when daddy comes home each day

And tries hard to remember to “throw fussies away.”

Yes, he aims to be cheerful and tries not to fuss,

And will holler out loud when he sees a “big bus!”

He’s quick to forgive and share with another

Which means that he’s ready to be a big brother.

He loves to run naked after bath every night

To snuggle with Mommy and have tickle fights.

He knows all his letters and starting next week

I think that he’s ready to start learning Greek.

He combines cuteness and toughness; he’s sweet and he’s macho,

Don’t believe me? Remember when he dressed up like Nacho?

He loves playing with friends, when he sees one he smiles,

He’s constantly asking, “Where’s Avery and Miles?”

He likes to eat ketchup, he thinks grapes are nice,

But what he loves most is “Potchle”: beans, cheese, sauce, and rice.

He’s a joy to his mother, to his dad a delight,

Especially when he sleeps through the night.

He loves to listen to music and to dance when he’s glad,

Unfortunately his rhythm comes straight from his dad.

When he grows up and his childhood turns into a fog,

That’s okay; his whole life is stored on a blog.

And so Sam-I-Am, it’s hard to believe that you’re two,

But you are, and we’re here, so Happy Birthday to you!

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Sara Pugh permalink
    June 23, 2011 10:22 am

    That poem is precious….what a rich heritage ya’ll are creating for Sam!

  2. June 29, 2011 9:03 am

    best.poem.ever.hands down. ;)

  3. July 3, 2011 9:42 pm

    Joe, you are so creative! Great poem for a great little guy.

  4. therigneys permalink*
    July 3, 2011 10:47 pm

    Hmm…I’m not sure who left the comment above, but it wasn’t me (Jenny Rigney), I guess I’m signed in some where on someone else’s computer! Oops!

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