Down every road you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
surround you when you're far from home
And may you grow to be proud
Dignified and true
And do unto others
As you'd have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart you'll always stay
Forever Young, Forever Young
Dear Garrett and Gavin,
At the beach you rinsed off your hands, filled buckets of water, and carried them on your own.
Your chores list is growing and you often help me vacuum and dust.
You love to swing a golf club or a bat. Sometimes the sport's maneuver is recognizable. Sometimes it looks like you're playing hockey, which you love to watch on TV.
You can make praying hands.
You learned to blow dandelion puffs this spring.
You don't follow one direction in gymnastics class, but perform your tricks beautifully at home.
You discovered your shorts pockets the other day and filled them with
You zoom like airplanes in the yard and play chase and tackle around the tree.
You request specifics....a certain high chair in which to sit; what shirt to wear; what shoes to wear; what side of the stroller to sit in; which direction we go on a walk; exactly what flavor breakfast bar you want in the morning; and where you want us to sit when we read books in your room.
Mommy can't spin you in the deck chair, only Brother will do.
You can put away quite a bit of ice cream.
You squeal in the library, run down the book aisles, and hop off the computer chair so fast that you take with you to the floor the mouse, headphones, and stacks of flyers about upcoming events.
You give each other hugs and hold hands taking walks.
You say Mommy instead of Mama. And even though you frustrate me at times, you also make my heart burst, and I'm so glad you've given me that title: Mommy.