I wrote this when they were very small

Two little boys, blond with brown eyes
Dancing with merriment and mischief

One bulldozes me, one bites my shirt
All of my time with them well spent

Hoping someday they'll grow tall and strong
And hoping that I will grow with them

And how will I feel, when they're not so small?
When they start to grow into men?

Changing me daily, and all for the better
I'm taught about patience and love

And as they lay sleeping, I watch and I listen
And kiss them, my gifts from above.

-written for Conner and his brother Gage, somewhere around 1997 or so.