A Wilson Year, 2016

I know you must have missed it- our family Christmas news-
And so I whipped a letter up while baby took a snooze.
Now if you'd care to join me, I'll briefly summarize
our favorite pastimes of this year. It's over! How time flies!

Killian, who's zero, came to us in early Spring.
And now he loves to crawl around and stand on everything.
He has two teeth and thinks we all exist to give him food.
He laughs and sleeps and cries and poops, just like all babies do.

Malachi- Oh, Malachi- our impish two-year-old:
that tiny ball of energy is mischief uncontrolled.
And yet, for all the trouble he can make in boundary-phase,
he matches it with equal love and humor every day.

Lyric's now a five-year-old and started school this fall.
She's learning reading, writing, math, geography and all.
When she grows up she'd like to be a fairy gymnast or
a ballerina princess or a flying unicorn.

Damien thinks Cub Scouts should meet more than once a week.
This Spring he joined a soccer team- he's quite light on his feet.
Each Friday he plays football with his dad and Air Force guys.
At nine years old he holds his own despite his smaller size.

Kyle's a human jungle-gym for all four kids to climb.
When he gets home they all go crazy. Every single time.
At work he got promoted; at church he taught the youth.
He's pretty much the greatest. I'm not bragging- it's the truth.

My job is to facilitate the things I wrote above.
I homeschool, cook and grocery shop, drive taxi, clean and love.
This year was highly sleep-deprived thanks to one tiny bebe,
but as long as we're all happy that's quite good enough for me.