God made a world out of His dreams,
of magic mountains, oceans and streams,
Prairies and plains and wooded land.
Then paused and thought
I need someone to stand, on top of the mountains,
to conquer the seas, explore the plains
and climb the trees.
Someone to start out small and grow,
sturdy and strong like a tree and so
He created boys, full of spirit and fun
To explore and conquer, to romp and run
With dirty faces, and banged up chins
With courageous hearts and boyish grins.
And when He had completed the task He'd begun,
He surely said, "That's a job well done."

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In a world that's all brand-new,
Babies have so much to do!
Laughing, making funny faces,
Finding out those ticklish places...
Cuddling up and wiggling toes,
Looking cute in tiny clothes...
Tasting, touching, reaching high,
Crawling under, scooting by...
Learning words and having fun...
Making memories one by one.

When all the world is young lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)

A Special Little Boy

If he can make you think that he's an angel
while doing things he's not supposed to do...
If he has lots of ways to try your patience
yet charms you with a hug that's just for you...

If he enjoys the roughest games and new adventures
but needs the same old kiss to "make it well"...
If he drags his feet whenever it's his bedtime
but runs to hear the story you will tell...

If he can fill your days with happiness and laughter
and always be a source of pride and joy,
Then he'll be all you lucky parents ever hoped for..
He'll be a really special little boy!

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May I my best thoughts employ
To be my parents' hope and joy;
And O! preserve my brothers both
From evil doings and from sloth,
And may we always love each other
Our friends, our father, and our mother:
And still, O Lord, to me impart
An innocent and grateful heart,
That after my great sleep I may
Awake to thy eternal day! Amen
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834)

All day long they come and go--
Pittypat and Tippytoe;
Footprints up and down the hall,
Playthings scattered on the floor,
Finger-marks along the wall,
Tell-tale smudges on the door--
By these presents you shall know
Pittypat and Tippytoe

Eugene Field 1850 - 1895,

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