When you hear a fearful racket
Like a miniature cyclone
With some sounds so strange that surely
Their like was never known
While a Mother listens calmly
Even with a smiling face
You may know it's nothing serious
There are boys about our place.
When there's famine in the cupboard
And the milk pail soon runs dry
And we can't keep bread or cookies
No matter how we try
When we vainly seek for apples
That have gone and left no trace
Hard times is not the trouble-
There are boys about the place.
When there's sawdust on the carpet
And some shaving on the beds
When the rugs are tossed in corners
And some chairs stand on their heads.
While, if a tool we're needing, we
All around the house must race,
We can know they're making something
Those boys about the place.
When the house is full of sunshine
On the darkest kind of day,
And we have to smile at seeing
Some creative, boyish play,
And when eyes so bright and loving
Oft are raised to meet my face,
My heart pleads softly "O, God bless him
Bless those boys about the place."
Today we are celebrating our little Luke's 4th birthday. He adds so much to this family, I simply cannot imagine it without him. We love, adore, and cherish him so much. I can truly say I feel so thankful and privileged to be his mother.
Happy Birthday, Luke! We love you SOOOO much!