If R-girl and I were left
to our own devices,
there might never be a football game
on our television
except perhaps
when the commercials are
especially good.
There might never be any
darts
discs
balls
water balloons
or terrifyingly loud bottle caps
being constantly launched
in our direction.
There might never be an argument about
whether we should watch the latest episode
of Nashville
[or American Ninja Warrior]
on hulu.
Or whether we should swing by
a coffee shop
[or Gamestop]
on the way home.
Or whether we should
settle in for a two-hour shopping session at Forever 21
[or run sprints through MOA to hit every single
hat
shoe
game
and sports store
in sight.]
There might never be any
fights
over who’s riding shotgun.
Or ping pong balls bouncing through the living room.
We might have to live without
rap on the radio
men’s shampoo in the shower
play-by-play commentary on bodily functions
And common-sense pushback when we girls are
just
plain
wrong.
Thank God for R-boy.
R-boy…
If you have ever felt
outnumbered
out-heighted
out-femaled
out-voted
and I know you have
just know
We need a strong one like you around here.
Who knows his voice
and makes it heard
and doesn’t let up
when he cares passionately.
We need a guy like you.
Who gives us the gift of
another perspective.
We need a mind like yours.
That strategizes
and analyzes
and questions
and deduces
and solves.
We need a heart like yours.
That sees
and listens
and soaks it all in
and cares
and holds
so much.
We need you.
You may have lived all of your life so far as the
smallest
member of this household.
But I am certain you won’t be the smallest much longer.
And, actually,
you never have been.
Happy 14th Birthday, R-boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
xxxxoooo
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