He's 17 today--our oldest grandson. What a guy!
The road you've traveled hasn't been easy,
you've had many turns and troubles,
but I remember when you were a baby,
drinking your bottle and blowing bubbles.
I remember how you poured my coffee
when you were only two,
how alone you put on your shorts and tees
and learned to tie your shoes at three.
Tommy was the one who gave you the egg
that you smashed on the sliding glass door--
we laughed at the egg running down your leg
--that was the year you were four.
I remember the car you rolled over the hill,
--weren't you only two at the time?
And the rope swing that broke and scared us all;
what a relief that you came out of it fine!
Then there was the time your tried to ride
the picnic table on skateboards' wheels.
The table--of course it didn't survive
the wild ride over the hill.
We can laugh at the stories, and shake our heads
when we remember your childhood days,
But you're one of a kind, grandson Jared
and we wouldn't want you any other way.
So I hope you have a wonderful day
that's full of memories and love
And I'll keep praying your Angel's okay
and keeping close watch from above.