Saturday morning poetry attempt. Ode to Jan!

It's bright and early this fine Saturday morning.  Of course the one morning Robyn decides to sleep past 5:30- my other two wake up at 5:45?!  So, I got the kids outta bed so Dave could get some more rest, and we all snuggled on the couch with some fruit and crackers and cartoons in the wee hours of the morning.

I then moved onto tackling a TO DO list for the next week, and realized that Robyn will be ONE month old on Thursday.  I have committed to posting my labor story before this date hits, but before that post, I also realized I needed to write a poem for the person who guessed my due date as promised on Facebook.

The lucky winner was Janice Tisdale from Coldstream NB.  Janice was my cheerleading coach growing up (and mom of a friend), and is the sweetest and kindest and more hardworking woman out there!  She was SO confident that Robyn would be born on the 13th, and each day kept reminding me of this.  Sure, enough, SMART lady,she was right!  I couldn't be happier to write this little poem about her.  She was ALSO correct in saying that I would not have ANY time with a newborn, and 2 little ones to do this poem much justice.... but here we go!

Janice oh Janice,

What Can I say?

You’re one of those people

who brightens my day

Your smile and your joy

So genuine and real

Dave lucked out!

What a steal

As a coach, a mom,

A wife, a friend

You throw your heart into it all

A hand you always lend

If I didn’t mention your homemade pizza

This poem would be lacking

 And your chocolate chip cookies

All SO DELICIOUS for snacking

You’re brave and a fighter

You inspire me to the core

I hope you know how loved you are

One hundred percent and “that much more.”

Ok, kids do need me now! Gotta run. Thanks for reading, I'm out!