To the world’s coolest dentist…

Today, in honor of the man, my dad,
Who brainwashed the younger me,
I’ll try to live by his favorite rules
I’ll do my best, let’s see…

I’ll start with the indoor waste
‘Cause a clean trash can is a happy trash can,
Empty each one into the central outdoor bin
Then scrub each container best I can

I’ll put on some classic rock
Throw in some eighties big hair greats,
There’s something about cleaning your house while belting lyrics
To Bon Jovi and Whitesnake

I’ll Windex every window, TV,
Anything that can gleam,
I’ll clean out my cabinets, closets, and drawers
I’ll douse everything in bleach

I’ll try not to overdo it
Every so often I’ll have to take five,
I’ll spend it watching a classic war movie
With the surround sound cranked up high

I’ll tackle each item on my yellow legal pad
Understand the importance of this list,
Work hard, accomplish goals, and cross off each item
After I’m done with it

I’ll do good, what’s right
Treat others how I want to be treated,
Have my friends over for roast
And once they are seated…

I’ll tell my favorite jokes, the old, the new
And sing my favorite tunes,
We’re not gonna take it, no, we ain’t gonna take it
And Beans, beans, the magical fruit

Pass the sugar, Sugar, the honey, Honey,
And please pass the tea, Bag,
I’ll reveal the origins of baby carrots,
How they were taken from their moms and dads

I’ll ask my kids if anyone is picking on them
Offer to beat up a bully or two,
Run five thousand errands, cleaning as I go,
There’s so much dirt, so much to do

I’ll try to be like Dad, the birthday man
Leave a trail of laughs and smiles in my wake,
He touches lives with his humor and kindness
He’s one of a kind, one of the greats

So, today, in honor of the man who taught me to dream big
Who taught me how to ski,
I’ll try to accomplish this daunting list
But at the very least, I’ll scrub my trashcans clean.

Sarah and Dad HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! I love you!
Love, Princess (AKA your favorite middle child) Sarah Louise

Birthday “card” for my mom. :)

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This is a card from your middle child,
Sarah Lou…

I don’t understand why we have to keep secrets
from my siblings, about my rank,
I know I’m your favorite
even though you won’t say it, and you still mix up our names

You say it simply means
you love us equally,
But when you call me by the dog’s name,
it leaves me wondering

Yet clearly a woman who takes her kids on adventures
loves each one with all her heart,
And you still accept our phone calls, provide prayer, pep talks,
and therapy free of charge

From road trips to boating to hiking in Whistler,
there’s never a dull moment with you
I remember the nights you defended our houseboat,
chasing raccoons with your flashlight and broom

I’ll never forget when the wise men messed up
every line in the Christmas play
You tried to stay focused and read from the script,
but you couldn’t keep a straight face

It started in your tailbone and traveled up your spine,
soon you were hysterical and laughing to tears,
The minister, the wise men, the entire congregation
joined in, and talked about that show for years

If I had a penny, for every time
I’ve seen people listening to your stories,
Before they know it, they are crying from laughing,
nothing about you is boring

You taught us to spot birds on wires, in trees,
and on the side of the highway and street,
With one hand on the wheel and the other pointing up,
it’s educational and exciting to say the least

You inspire me to write my own story, to dream big,
and to use my imagination,
You were the first person to teach me to live by the phrase,
It’s the journey, not the destination.

You taught Sunday school, you sing with the choir,
you pray with and help those in need,
You’re a listener, a friend, and you point me to God,
you’re always there for me

So while I might not be your favorite,
I know I’m blessed-
I’m one of three people in the world
who can say their Mom is the best.

I’ll respect your phone-free vacations
–my longest week each year,
But I’ll never quit calling,
Yours was the first voice I heard and that I still love to hear.

So on this birthday if I haven’t said it enough,
let me be very clear indeed,
I am undeserving and SO grateful to be the middle child
of the amazing woman known as Jacque.

I LOVE YOU, MOM!

LOVE,
SARAH LOUISE

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A birthday cheer for my dear brother, SAMUEL!

It’s hard to believe another year has passed, and we’re celebrating the man
He’s known as the boss, Dad, and Sam, and some call him Sam I am

I have a few nicknames for you, Baby Bro, there’s Samuel, Samantha, Sammy C.
You’re a delightful guy, the funniest I’ve met; just as kind as a person can be

They say when you were young, you were too shy to talk,
which for some might be hard to believe
You didn’t trust many, and only talked to our mom, and sometimes the dogs, and me

But you talk now, without blinking an eye,
and people love to hear what you say
When you tell a story, your enthusiasm and charm transports us miles away

You’ve always been resourceful,
meticulous, a planner, dating back to your earliest days
You hid chocolate from our parents and how could they have known their toddler son stashed Libs in the fireplace?

On the shores of Dale Hollow, you’d watch boats pass us by,
You’re a man of the woods, camping, and hikes

You’re an overachiever when it comes to most things
Like scuba diving, swimming, and skiing
Dive wrecks for fun, jumping the wake
You always make it look easy

You can fix anything, build furniture in minutes, and organize a cluttered room
Laundry, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning
No mess is too big for you

You make me laugh till it hurts,
Your humor can’t be beat
Your philosophies are one of a kind
Take the seven minute rule in regards to the life of our trusty, McDs French fry

You can quote movie lines, give a great speech, and convince others to believe in your ways,
You know the rules to Fight Club, heroic speeches from flicks, like Braveheart and Independence Day

Once upon a time, in our UE days, we lived off of microwave food
Your friends stole my drinks, my leftover pizza, and locked me out of my bathroom

Still, you were such a great roomie, you vacuumed, dusted, and organized our lives
When the neighbors came calling and saw our spotless house, they couldn’t believe their eyes

How could a college house be so neat, so polished, and smell so clean?
They’d never met a guy like Sam, 150% OCD

I’ll never forget our answering machine with your rotating entertaining cheers
People called just to listen to your latest outbound message
They never knew what they’d hear

But they knew they’d laugh, and certainly smile,
And some days that’s all a person needs
You make people happy, they look forward to talking to you,
You always deliver, indeed

You’re a family guy, who does the right thing
And you’ll always be special to me
You’re the best brother, a good listener, and above all a friend
Happy Birthday to you, Sammy C!

Sam

Grandpa and grandkids

Happy Birthday, Charles!

Here is a birthday cheer for you,
My husband, the chef, and leader of our crew…

C is for caring, culinarian, and charm
H is for handsome, hard working, and heart
A is for adoration from all who’ve had your cuisine
R is for restaurateur, the best on the scene
L is for lovable, loyal, leader, and laughter
E is for excelling at everything you go after
S is for skilled, strong, and simply the sweetest soul
M is for merry, making it happen, motivating all you know
E is for envisioning a future that inspires
R is for reaching for your dreams and desires
E is for enthusiastic, exceptional, encouraging
D is for devoted, dad, doer, and daring
A is for admired, affectionate, and amazing in all you do
Y is for is for the yes that I said when I met the younger you

I’ve run out of letters, sad I know, but there is nothing I can do,
I could go on praising and telling all about my other half, C2.
But let’s celebrate, this is your day, so without further ado,
I wish you the best year yet, I love you so, here’s to 42!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARLES!

Love, Sarah

 

A birthday poem for my dad…

Sarah and Dad

A birthday poem for my dad…

You taught me how to scuba dive and how to water ski,
You taught us about survival skills and made me learn to buddy breathe.

You showed me how to pull a prank on unsuspecting old ladies playing cards,
You built the world’s best treehouses for me and my friends in our backyard.

“Jump in feet first, in case of logs!” you’d warn as you pushed me in the river,
And when I’d drifted ten feet from the boat you’d add, “Watch out for and sharks!” and make me shiver.

You taught me how to tackle my fears and how to say my prayers,
No matter how much our adventures scared me, Mom reminded me you were teasing, and I always knew you cared.

If I came home crying after a bad day at school or maybe a fight with a friend,
You’d smile and offer to beat someone up, immediately making me feel better again.

Whitesnake, The Cars, The Stones, CCR, and even ACDC,
You nurtured my love of classic rock and showed me what it means to be OCD.

Windex, Bleach, and Mr. Clean can be found in your favorite household stash,
You’d empty out indoor bins, putting everything in your “central outdoor trash”.

“Eat every bean and pea on your plate, and beans are the magical fruit!”
“Don’t take crap off of anyone, just give them the Standring Salute!”
“But be kind to animals and help those in need,”
Your advice was varied and interesting in deed.

When cheerleader tryouts had me too anxious to sleep, you said it’d be over with in a short while,
“You’ve got this Princess, just do your best and give them your winning smile.”

Some days you came home too tired to think, but we’d beg you to put on a show,
You’d help me with my math homework then sit down behind the drums and give us the world’s best drum solo.

It’s been years now since I’ve lived under your roof, but the memories have scarred me for life, wink wink.
Growing up with a dad like Dr. Mark, is a lot harder to sum up in a poem than you’d think.

So Dad, for your birthday on the 2nd day of June,
I want to thank you for being my dad and offer up your favorite tune…

‘We’re not gonna take it, no we ain’t gonna take it,
We’re not gonna take it, anymore….’

Sometimes when I start to have doubts or question my purpose in life,
I think of the dad who taught me to pray, to smile, and to put up a fight.

Happy Birthday, Dad. I love you more than I can put into words.

Love,
Sarah