Poem

Cam's sister (most fun person in the world) wrote this poem about Tuba a couple of years ago. She sent it to Cam and I yesterday. Needless to say I was bawling and doing the "ugly cry"!


Tuba

Wet kisses
Sticky fingers
Easy grin
You have stolen my heart.
Grown men haven’t breached that fortress,
But with a crinkle of eye and a blossoming of round apple cheek
I became yours.


Here is Aunt Cinny with the boys last summer throwing rocks at the beach.