I wish I could buy you a car,
An old truck
Shiny and pretty
Probably a Scottsdale.
I wish I could give you an allowance
Big enough to cover endless movies, mall trips, and nights out with the boys.
I wish I could get you to smile
Like when you’re trying to get something
By me, And your face lights up
and your lips turn up so high
they shift the twinkle in your eyes.
I wish I could hold you again at age 1,
with your NUK in your mouth and Ben folds blaring.
I wish you were 2, arguing in full sentences,
Potty trained and shaking your head in disdain at me.
I’m wish you were 3.
A worker man dragging papa’s leaf blower all over the yard, a frying pan in your hand after watching Tangled (Long Hair),
and a pirate-bad-guy song on your lips.
I waited 27 years for you-
For the best thing my life has ever known.
You arrived with blond hair and blue eyes-
A stranger even though you grew inside me.
You wanted to move
Wanted music to blast
And things to rush in front of you
Like the scenery flying past on 95.
You walked early,
Talked early,
And made us think something was wrong
With every other kid your age.
I adore you my Solo.
I have never begged and wept and waited
For anything,
Like I waited for you.
A whirling dervish,
My Destructo,
My Pirate, my bad guy, my villain,
My kind boy.
I adore you.
You were made for greatness.
Made for followers and friends
to walk In your footsteps.
So,
lead well.
Make each step count.
Smile, and let joy light up your face.
Tell everyone about Jesus.
Be everyone’s friend,
Everyone’s wing man,
Everyone’s confidant.
Tell everyone the salvation story.
You are amazing my sweet Solo.
My first best gift.
My first joy,
My first unconditional love.
Seek Jesus.
Follow Him.
Walk the narrow path.
Throw off everything that hinders,
And run the race set before you.
I’m here for it all.
But hear me on this-
I implore you-
run to Jesus.
Don’t be Jonah.
You’ll get where He wants you anyway,
Avoid the consequences.
Reap blessings.
Love everyone,
Know Jesus,
Love Jesus,
Give Jesus
To everyone
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