In order for the few that might actually read this that don't know who I'm talking about I feel the need to explain a few things. My mother is best friends with Steve and Carol. Steve has been a very influential part of my life and is like my other father. When my family was young we lived with them and their three kids before we moved to a new town. So the four children that I mention is including me. I just add myself to their family all the time :). Well every morning we would all wake up and when Steve would leave for work we would race to the front door to watch him go by on his motorcycle. Even their dog would race to the door to say bye. It just so happens that I now live right next to them and my son knows Steve as Papa. Every morning before we leave, we listen and wait for Papa to go by on his bike. And it hit me the other day that some things never change......Papa may have less hair...but most things have stayed the same ;). And while I may not have gotten the morning routine right... that wasn't really the point! That being said, please enjoy An Ode to Papa.
Once upon a time
In a land not so far away
Lived four little children
And every single day
They'd wake up so early
That the sun was not shining
They'd eat all of their breakfast
(There might have been some whining!)
And then they'd hear his footsteps rattling the stairs
"Daddy's leaving!" they'd all cry
And would jump from their chairs
To make sure that each one gave him a big hug and a kiss
Because Daddy was leaving
He sure would be missed!
Then they'd wait oh so patiently
Till they heard that great roar
And then they'd all race to be first at the door
To see their proud Daddy go by on his bike
He'd wave to each one
It was really quite a sight!
Who knew that 20 years later
With a house of my own
Me and a kid would stand there alone
And wait oh so patiently to hear that great roar
Now we both race to be first at the door.
We eagerly wait for Papa to go by
He waves to us both
It's really quite a sight. :)
Love you Papa,
Sarah and Kenny
