TWENTY FIVE on 1/31

The day after your first Birthday it snowed. 

Not very much, but enough for you 

to roll together a snowman.

Grandma and PapPap were here visiting 

and Grandma was thrilled that you

 could use the snow suit she had bought 

you when you were born. I was positive you 

would NEVER use it in Vegas. 

February 1, 1987

You were one year and one day old.

Twenty Five years have flown by, 

no, they have galloped by,

leaving me to wonder how and 

why it went by so fast.

Today, flooded with memories and overwhelmed with 

the love I have for you, I wish you a Happy Birthday

my Dearest Son.

"Scooter"