16th birthday...can't be, shouldn't be...I don't want to believe it!

Happy Sweet Sixteen©
By Shirley J. Davidson
Happy Sweet Sixteen Sweet sixteen!
Sweet sixteen!
We can't believe it's true;
The person sitting before us
Is really, really you.
You've grown from the colicky baby
With wailing through the night.
We have a tape of screams you made
That would give a ghost a fright.
We'd tiptoe to your little crib,
And put you down to nap.
The trouble was the squeaky board
Would give a little snap.
Then up you'd pop to play again.
We would sigh and try anew
To get our little child to nap
So we'd see the whole day through.
As birthday celebrations changed
The years have brought great fun.
From cupcakes at the skating rink,
To clowns, balloons and sun.
You've done swimming at the Y,
And movies at the mall.
We've pinned a long and bushy tail
On a donkey in the hall.
You'll always be our sweetie --Our baby in disguise;
And you should know you're very loved
In both your parents eyes.
May the days that lie ahead
Bring happiness untold;
Choices that are good and wise
For your life as it unfolds.
Sweet sixteen! Sweet sixteen!
Colored candles on a cake!
We send you a Happy Birthday
With a wish for you to make!

Good evening internet. You see this precious little thang? This picture was taken April 26, 1993. The baby was Conley Eugene Swafford III. He was exactly 1 week old. Cute lil' feller, huh? He was 8 lbs 9 oz. at birth, and 20 inches long.

This is him at the hospital when lil brother was born. He was 19 months old. Around 20 lbs, about 27 inches tall. (and cuter than a 2 day old pup!)

Lower left corner (your left) here he is again. Christmas of 98. He was 5 1/2 yrs old, in Kindergarten. About 45 lbs. little over 3 feet tall. You can probaly guess where this is going, huh?

Now here is the whole gang, but the important person is the one in the upper left hand corner. This was at 13 years old. Still not taller than me...still cute as a bug in a rug...

This is him, today, on his 16th birthday. He is 180 lbs, and yes, taller than me AND his Daddy...at 5 ft. 10 inches. A very handsome guy, if I do say so meself! lol. I have been on the verge of tears all day, thinking about that wonderful day he was born, thanking God for giving me such a precious gift.

Happy Birthday" Means Much More

"Happy Birthday" means much more

Than have a happy day.

Within these words lie lots of things

I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,

Then thanks for all you do.

It means you mean a lot to me,

And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all,

I guess it means

That I am thinking of

Your happiness on this,

your day,

With pleasure and with love.

poem copyright: Nicholas Gordon