Although I am blogging an hour or so after Philip's birthday has ended, I sing to him a Happy Birthday.
You Surprise Me, Brother
Twenty-One: Oh my, how you have grown; you live on your own.
Twenty: You have a girlfriend.
Nineteen: Your first year of college, driving, and major surgery. You gave me a scare entering the freeway, college by your lonesome, and the hospital.
Eighteen: Con-GRAD-ulations, you have finished high school. You were meant for more.
Seventeen: You are a special boy, with a special love for those who are in your life. You have helped more than you have wanted to.
Sixteen: You shared a book. You opened the door to a new world of science fiction.
Fifteen: You started a new high school and made your new friends.
Fourteen: You started high school with your old friends. At the end of the year, you handled that news fairly well.
Thirteen: You were so good at basketball.
Twelve: You encountered the most important person you will ever know in your lifetime, Jesus.
Eleven: Good one, you started Final Fantasy.
Ten: All you ever played was basketball.
Nine: All you played was tether ball.
Eight: You mostly played was handball.
Seven: That mean kid on the play ground.
Six: Lola bit you.
Five: You had the afternoon session for Kindergarten. Then you were switched to the morning. Maybe you really do better in the afternoon classes.
Four: All you did was eat junk food.
Three: You ate all the Gummi Bears and the Barquillos.
Two: You were fat, like Buddha.
One: You were nice to look at.
In the Womb: I love you, even before you were out.
The past weekend has made it to my Top 5 Weekend List--even though I do not really have one. Why? Well, it is because I have spent it with my lovely brother, Philip. Wednesday night, Saturday, Monday night, and Tuesday night. I do not believe I will ever have enough time with him. I love, love, LOVE Philip.
