One more poem for you on your special day

I wish that I could have

bottled your giggles

when you were small

and collected all of your handprints

from each windowpane.

If I could have done this,

I would take them out gently

whenever I need to,

and spread them across everything.

Then I would find such joy in remembering.

But I have no giggles

or handprints

to hold or to scatter,

and remembering is somewhat bittersweet

for you are so far away... all the way in Heaven...

And home will never be'the same without

the sound of your laughter

and the gift of your presence

spilling out from every room.

I love you our special Tigerheart, my favorite redhead in the whole wide world. Times nothing.