If you want to remember what day the state you live in, became a state, just have a baby on that particular day.
That’s what I did, and now I know when Kansas Day is.
In fact, I think that’s when I learned when Kansas Day was. My mother-in-law was helping one of the teachers at the local school with activities for Kansas Day and we called her at the school to tell her she had a grandson. I also remember some comments from other people about Kansas Day, when they heard when our son had been born. I’ve never forgotten when Kansas Day is since.
I’ve also been extremely thankful for the son God blessed with us. And I’ve never forgotten his birthday either. And it ranks much higher in importance to me than Kansas Day does.
God knew what we needed, this family of three,
God smiled and formed our boy so lovingly,
Sent to our family, so much he would add,
Creating a foursome-two kids, mom and dad!
God crafted strong shoulders, a cute little grin,
Bright shining eyes, freckles, and then,
He poked a slight dimple in one little cheek,
Right where He wanted, no need to tweak.
He placed this gift in our hearts and our arms,
Legos and tractors and little boy charms,
Creating, designing, being bossed by his sis,
Without him, there’s so many things we would miss.
We praise the Creator, we thank Him so much,
For the gift of the son that He’s given to us,
Ten years we’ve been blessed with our fine little man,
Ten years of adventures, stories, and fun!
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Happy Birthday Tucker Scott! So fun that you are part of our family! Wish there weren’t so many miles between and we could be with you on your day!
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It’s always the special days that make it seem really crummy to live so far apart. Especially when you want to be sharing cake crumbs. heehee! Oh well, I really don’t want to move and I don’t think you do either. So we will keep calm and carry on.
So glad for Tucker Scott!! Happy Birthday to you, Tucker. Sure would be fun to eat cake with you. What a neat poem, Deborah. Says it all so well. Love ya all.
We had a yummy cake that was decorated mostly by the birthday boy. There’s still some left…Pop over!