The day after your first Birthday it snowed.
Not very much, but enough for you
to roll together a snowman.
Grandma and PapPap were here visiting
and Grandma was thrilled that you
could use the snow suit she had bought
you when you were born. I was positive you
would NEVER use it in Vegas.
February 1, 1987
You were one year and one day old.
Twenty Five years have flown by,
no, they have galloped by,
leaving me to wonder how and
why it went by so fast.
Today, flooded with memories and overwhelmed with
the love I have for you, I wish you a Happy Birthday
my Dearest Son.