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

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