Birthday Boy

I remember changing your diapers.

You called me Quatzleenie

Because you couldn't pronounce a hard K yet.

I read you the Night Before Christmas

For the whole month of December.

I pushed you in your stroller

And fed you strained peas.

I repeatedly picked up

The bottle you threw from your crib.

It's hard to reconcile you

With that little boy.

But still, sometimes I see him peep out.

You were so cute and innocent.

You loved everyone

And everyone loved you.

You made them smile.

You were so open and honest

And always asking why?

Rough and tumble on the outside

Kind and thoughtful on the inside.

Your smile could break a heart.

Happy Birthday, brother!