First thing this morning, I received a poem from my son, Bryant (Briana’s father). I almost fell out of my chair laughing as I read this poem:
On your birthday, it’s time to reflect,
For the passing of time leads to change.
What once was important we leave;
Our priorities and goals rearrange.
It’s official; you’ve lived one more year.
You’re birthday gifted and caked,
But don’t think you’re fully mature,
‘Cause you’re really only half-baked!
Of course, because he grew up in my house, Bryant knows his father well. And as my father used to say when I acted smart butt, “At least he comes by it legitimately.”
Thanks Bryant.
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Chuck! What? I didn't stop by your blog yesterday? Well, happy birthday, brother… really. What can I say? I'd bake a cake, but I did all that last week.
happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
haaaaaaaaaaaaaapyyyyyyy birrrrrrrrrthdaaaaaaaayyyyyyy deaar chuuccck
happy birthday to you!
hugz!
Oh my gosh! We are almost birthday twins???! Who knew???
Happy Birthday, my dear pally. You are the BEST and I wish you the BEST today and the many days ahead!
Happy Birthday!! God bless you!
hehehe.. cool! I like the last second statement Chuck! Happy birthday to you my friend! God bless you (as always).. ~hugs~
Happy birthday to you. In my best goat voice:
Maaa maaamaaa maaa to you
Maaa maaamaaa maaa to you
MAAA MAAAMAAA MAAA dear Chuck!
Maaa maaamaaa maaa to you!