Lyndee Champion-Ivey

In life's grand tapestry, woven with laughter and tears,
Through more than four decades, we conquered our fears.
Side by side, we share our secrets untold,
Through whispers and laughter, our stories unfold.

In the divine plan orchestrated from above,
God's hand brought us together with infinite love.
We both know our Savior and live by the faith,
Guided by His love is our friendship of grace.

Among trials and triumphs, we navigate life's storms,
We live joyous moments and comfort in times to mourn.
Amidst losses and loves, through children and strife,
You've been my rock for most of my life.

With each passing year, our bond tightly grows,
Like the deepest river, our friendship flows.
You're more than a friend; you are family to me,
A sister in spirit, through eternity.

Daily prayers are whispered that the other be blessed,
Through life's ordeals, our resolve is manifested.
May our lives be forever tied until this life's end,
Your Sister in Christ and Forever Best Friend.

There are only twelve hours on a clock's face,
And sun up past sundown is a rapid race.

The day begins with tickling my sleepy head,
Watching "Little Einstein," with pop-tarts and juice, "I want red."
Dressing and washing and brushing his teeth,
"Don't forget to potty and put up the seat."

"Get Nellie in the car and a toy for your bag."
We're off to school; there's no time to lag.
Before running inside, he gives me a kiss,
And no goodbye tears is what I wish.

Next comes the traffic, then emails, and calls,
There's no time for lunch, just vending in the hall.
Quickly I make myself a list to do after five,
Like errands, and shopping, before I arrive.

With my "fireman" on board and his little dog too,
He tells me all about the animals at the zoo.
We sing lots of songs and play "Eye Spy,"
Then name the dinosaurs, 'easy as pie.'

At home, we arrive and unload our day,
Kick off our shoes, "It's time to go play."
First hockey, then golf, then a fast chase around.
My "pirate's" still sailing, but I've run aground.

Help Momma with supper. What will it be?
Spaghetti and meatballs? Chicken and peas?
"Yes," you can stir, but be careful it's hot.
I hope you're hungry, we've made a lot.

Here's your fork, and here's your spoon,
Eat it all up, or you'll be hungry soon.
Sweet potatoes, peas, and a buttery biscuit,
He gobbles it up like someone will get it.

Time for a bath with bubbles and toys,
He's having fun, I can tell by the noise.
The water's getting cold, the floor's soaking wet,
It's time to get out, "get ready, get set."

Now into bed, my little fellow,
Go pick a toy for under your pillow.
One cup of milk and two books to read,
Prayers to God and kisses from me.

The day is at end, and may you dream sweet,
Until the next blessed day, God lays at our feet.