On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “ Life will never be the same.”
Because there had never been anyone like you… ever in the world.
So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name.
The sound of your name is a magical one. Let’s say it out loud before we go on.
It sailed through the farmland high on the breeze…
Over the ocean…
And through the trees…
Until everyone heard it and every knew. Of the one and only ever you.
Not once had there been such eyes, such a nose, such silly wiggly, wonderful toes.
In fact, I think I’ll count to three so you can wiggle your toes for me.
When the polar bears heard, they danced until dawn.
From faraway places, the geese flew home.
The moon stayed up until morning next day.
And none of the ladybug flew away.
So whenever your doubt just how special you are and wonder who loves you, how much and how far,
listen for geese honking high in the sky.
They’re singing a song to remember you by.
Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo.
It’s because they’ve been dancing all night for you.
Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind.
Listen closely… it’s whispering your name again.
If the moon stays up until morning one day, or a ladybug lands and decided to stay, or a little bird sits at your window awhile, it’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile…
For never before in story or rhyme not even once up a time,
has the world ever known you, my girl, and it never will, not ever again…
Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born.
“On the Night You Were Born” By: Nancy Tillman
Happy, happy birthday, bug.
