If I could eat the moon with a spoon,
I know it would taste like you.
If every star was a fine tuned guitar,
You'd be all of the songs up there too.
If the great big sun was a big ball of fun,
It would be boring without your light.
And if this spinning earth hadn't seen your birth,
Then nothing would be quite right.
You aren't just my smart, silly, sweet special son,
You're my food and my music and all of my fun.
You aren't just a normal nine month old boy...
You're my everything.
You're my life.
You're my joy!
Happy 9 months Radar... longer on the outside, than on the inside!!!
Buenas noches mi luna!
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