Ryan would be disappointed in me if I didn't
say something provocative. And as I look out on this wonderful gathering,
it affirms my belief that it does take a village to raise a child. He will
debate me about that latter tonight.
But you have no idea how much it means to us, particularly as an extended and a far-flung family, to know that this community is here. That you helped raise him and loved him, that even if you didn't know him that you loved so part of his family and that is very dear to us. |
Blessing of the Child |
God bless the hands that delivered you God bless the arms that tossed you laughing in the air God bless the coo upon your baby lips God bless the curl of your chestnut hair God bless the mud squished between your toes God bless the teacher who rode the racetracks God bless the stranger who smiled at God bless the debate of true facts and true lies. |
Poem composed and delivered by Abigail Hastings (Aunt) |
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