SuperKiddo’s 4th Birthday Party

 

Of course, his special guest…….

Happy Birthday Kiddo!

4 years ago, at 8:15 in the morning, your mom’s water bag broke and she had to endure labor pains till 11:47 in the evening and you had your first glimpse of this world….. Please, love your mom kiddo, that’s all i ask of you…. Happy 4th birthday kiddo! Love you so much…..

Welcome To The Black Parade

When I was a young boy,
My Father took me into the city,
To see a marching band.

He said, “Son when, you grow up,
Would you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?”

He said, “Will you defeat them,
Your demons and all the non-believers,
The plans that they have made?

“Because one day, I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.”

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.

He said, “Son, when you grow up,
Would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?”

Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me,
And other times I feel like I should go.
When, through it all, the rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets.
And when you’re gone we want you all to know,

We’ll carry on, we’ll carry on.
Though you’re dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on, will carry on,

We’ll carry on, we’ll carry on
And in my heart I can’t contain it,
The anthem won’t explain it.

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
Let’s shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end?
We hear the call to, to carry on;

We’ll carry on.
And though you’re dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on,
We’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on.

And on we carry, through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers,
Ooh oh ohhhh,
Take a look at me, cause I could not care at all;

Do or die, you’ll never make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You can try; you’ll never break me.
want it all, I’m gonna play this part;
I won’t explain or say I’m sorry
I’m not ashamed, I’m gonna show my scar
You’re the chair, for all the broken
Listen here, because it’s only…
I’m just a man, I’m not a hero!
Just a boy, who’s meant to sing this song;
Just a man, I’m not a hero!
I don’t care!

We’ll carry on, We’ll carry on.
And though you’re dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on, will carry on.
And though you’re broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on,

Do or die, you’ll never make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You can try; you’ll never break me.
want it all, I’m gonna play this part;

we’ll carry on.

Do or die, you’ll never make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You can try; you’ll never break me.
want it all, I’m gonna play this part;

we’ll carry on.

A Dad’s Poem (written by Sally Meyer)

 

Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won’t worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won’t stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald’s and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray,

I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given. I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children’s graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming inside that little body. And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day………….