The full moon tonight, just visible
through the fog, reminds me of
another night, twenty-three years ago.
You were born in our back yard
beneath an old pine tree under a full moon in
August. You would not wait for the hospital.
And it was a beautiful warm
summer night. Now we have another
special evening as you enter
another world. You sit at this harbor so happy
while a full moon rises over the fishing
boats, the waves lapping below. A wise
man said that there are only two
lasting bequests that a parent can give
a child: the first is roots, the other is wings.
We have given you roots all the way back
to that pine tree under that moon.
Tonight, you are spreading your wings.
There is an old saying:
"When children find true love, parents find true joy."
Here's to your joy and ours, from this day forward.
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