Ah, traditions, the threads that weave our lives,
From generation to generation, they survive.
Like a dance passed down through time,
Or a recipe that tastes so sublime.
They bring us together, hand in hand,
Creating memories that forever stand.
The 70’s tunes playing loud and clear,
As we sway and laugh, spreading cheer.
The ever-changing skies, a constant delight,
Watching colors blend, painting the night.
And by the ocean’s edge, we find our peace,
With salty air and waves that never cease.
Dogs wagging tails, bringing joy and fun,
Cats may try, but dogs are number one.
Forecasting adventures, exploring new lands,
Hand in hand, we’ll wander, just like we planned.
Alone at times, relaxing and reflecting,
Lost in thoughts, our minds connecting.
But always coming back to each other’s embrace,
In this journey of love, no moment to waste. ~Patrick Timm