I remember it like my name
The air was crisp, the sky was blue
A spring breeze rocked white blooms
The day I met the two of you
Now we mark this day each year
In our hearts and in our home
With song, feasting, and friends
And in this we’re not alone
As March melts into April
God decorates the earth
The azaleas blossom every year
To celebrate your birth
By Herndon | MUSIC 