...still packing but it's a big birthday bonanza week in our household. Ruby turned 16 last sunday and Joe will be 12 tomorrow....Sheesh! My babies are...larger than life BIG kids, one almost an adult! So inbetween the packing there's been a bit of wrapping and sticking and hiding of presents. And of course the birthday poem, that i always forget and have to ring my sister (who started the tradition with her girls) but i found it on the (old faithful) net, and i've just been in to wish him a final 11 year old goodnight. So for those interested in traditions here's the poem to read on the birthday eve:
When you have said your evening prayer
And your clothes are folded on the chair,
As Mama switches off the light,
You'll still be (11) years old tonight
But from the very break of day
Before the children rise and play,
Before the darkness turns to gold
Tomorrow you'll be (12) years old
(12) kisses when you wake
(12) candles on your cake
Of course you can adapt/change /improvise where necessary. I love it and i think they (secretly) do too!
1 comment:
That is such a sweet little poem. Of course they still love it ;) Hope the packing is not too dreary.
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