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Your Poem

Try as I might
to craft a poem for you –
just for you –
turns-of-phrase and perfect words
elude me.

What I have come to realize,
is Your Poem –
the one that my heart will write you –
is a work in progress.

It unfolds daily.
It’s in every kiss
and every argument.
It’s in the mundane moments
and the extraordinary events.

This poem – Your Poem –
burns up my brain on every drive we take.
And it sings out in songs that move me to tears.
Your Poem – the one I long to write you –
lives and breathes
in the two-year-old that sleeps between us.

It dances around us when we do the two-step
in the middle of dinner.
And it reveals itself in every private joke
and each shed tear, all the hellos
and all the good byes

Try as I might
to craft a poem for you –
Your Poem eludes me.

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Posted by on January 9, 2015 in Poetry


Happy New Year, Hunter

Dear Hunter,

I understand now when people say that once you have kids, time flies even faster. Since my last post to you, you have turned two years old and had your first Christmas where you really started to understand Santa Claus and presents. They were milestones for you that I caught in pictures, but got too busy to capture in words.

Your birthday was a small affair, just you, dad, Grandma and me.  You had fun opening your presents and figuring out the concept of blowing out the candles on the cake. Christmas found you trying to figure out which present to play with first.  And you still ask me if Santa Claus is coming.  You still break into the Santa Claus song or the Happy Birthday song.  When I catch it, I join in and sing with you.  And we giggle.  You are fun and happy, my sweet son.

You practice talking at the loudest volume possible.  You can put several words together now and I love the sentences you come up with.  Especially when you pipe up and say: Mommy broke snow plow.  Thanks, buddy.  Let’s not announce that to the world anymore, ok? Another favorite of mine is: I uv oo, Daddy. It’s a favorite because of how it makes your Daddy feel when you say it. I see the look on his face and I can tell he’s feeling a state of bliss and love that only you can make him feel. So, keep that one up, ok?

I don’t know what is in store for all of us in 2015, Hunter. And that’s what’s cool about a new year, son.  It’s fresh-faced and filled with possibilities… just like you.  I can tell you this for sure; however, your Dad and I will be right by your side as you discover your world.  There will be plenty of times when you are going to get frustrated with us as we help you learn acceptable behavior.  But there will be even more times that you feel loved, safe, supported, and accomplished as Dad and I play with you, cheer you on and love you to pieces.


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Posted by on January 8, 2015 in Uncategorized

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