This year, she made it even worse. Just before her b-day, she made a comment. “It’s awful being the designated card maker for the office. I have to make my own card,” or something really whiny like that.
Of course, she has no idea what a comment like that does to me.
Hitting the gas on a race car.
- Lighting the fuse on a firecracker.
- Waving a red flag at a bull.
Naturally, I shot into action. Here’s what she got.
Can you read it? It says,
Love you little.
Love you big!
Notice, I even pinked the bottom edge of that front page.
The (free on the internet) pig was centered and I put him on a little cardboard spring I made so he’d stand up and wave at her.
The saying is one that has come down through our family. When I was thinking about this card, I wondered which side of the family it came from. Did Great-Great-Granddad make it up? Great-Uncle August?
I googled it so see if anyone else had heard of our secret Love You poem.
In less than a second, I got 28 million hits. I didn’t go to all of them, most of the ones I did go to thought that saying (poem?) was original to their family. Either their father or grandfather or great uncle on Aunt Hattie’s side made it up.
One had it as the beginning of a long poem that went on with stuff like love you in, love you out, love you like a little sprout. His readers thought he’d made it up.
So, anybody know?
Maybe my brilliant Son #1 will find out for me, she said hopefully. And no, it wasn’t G-Man. LOL.
Happy B-day, Omega. You’re a hoot and a half.