Sweet Tee turned Sweet 16 yesterday. In honor of his special day, Mav wrote this little poem for him:
Rebecca and Tom sure had it made,
Seven years of sweet marital bliss.
But this was all about to change;
And it started one fall night with a kiss.The months moved on and Rebecca got round,
August 8, 1994 came along rather swift.
Before you knew it, they were not alone,
As they were delivered a strange little gift.In honor of generations past,
And the men that came before,
They bequeathed this gift the name,
Of Thomas Austin Hill Number Four.The years sped by fast and this young feller did grow.
Only he was rather pencil like.
But no matter how gawky and awkward,
He was, a cute little tyke.But now he is 16 with puberty in full swing;
He thinks he’s a man of the world.
He really has no clue what is going on,
And he has never even kissed a real girl.He is a smart enough fellow, just ask him,
Though his book learning and grades may not show it,
He’d still tell a surgeon just where to cut,
And a glassblower just how to blow it.As he ventures out behind the wheel,
With ample confidence at his side,
Give him wide berth and plenty of space,
For his skills do not equal his pride.If he ever happens to meet that girl,
And she says “Yes” to lunch and a show,
Austin you better remember,
Respect her and “No” means “NO”!His folks did their best and raised him right.
Gave him lessons that will last all his life.
However, we can all be sure of one thing.
He’s not taking one of my daughters as a wife.Now Sweet T wants to be a Pirana.
He thinks he’s all stud like and cool.
But he is still a little Momma’s boy.
Who often acts like a first class mule.Austin as your Godfather, I must bestow,
Wisdom and honorable words that the truth cannot hide.
It’s simple; Experience is the best teacher,
And Love’s power cannot be denied.In parting let me get sentimental,
As a young man I rank you #1.
I really enjoy being your friend,
And consider you my very own son.HAPPY 16TH AUSTIN