To my dear old brother, whom I love; See here

God blessed us with a son who is turning four today, every day we see His love in you, true as the purest gem. from

Hey Gabby Hey Breanne This is an improv. This has no plan We write our script as we go And take breathes when we need

I get a weed instead of a rose And a little dozer Plastic rings instead of gold And little clothes to fold I get strawberry

My life through the startled air, Beware of the branch of the palm tree; But like the feelings of sadness, Overcome it with the affluence