It was a perfect January day that you were born into this place
a day of unusual blue skies
not a cloud to be seen
named after a traveler--a bridge from East to West
Your little feet have spanned the globe
connecting your mother and I to a new world
opening our eyes to the mystery and wonder of life
the purity of your heart inspires us to obedience
the teachers become the students
your future is being written
by the hand of a just God
"show me the boy and I'll show you the man"
your character already etched so deeply
no greater privilege will we ever have
than to watch you grow-- and grow with you.