Whether strumming
or reading;
dressing up;
eating;
attempting to spell
or jamming with Mamp,
hanging with babies*
or setting up camp--
When you show us your strength,
when you slow down at night,
when you dance with your brother
and cuddle him tight;
When sometimes you whine, as a two-year-old will,
even when you are cranky--I love you then, still;
But mostly your cheer is so clear it's a joy
to watch you grow up, my big blond-headed boy.
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