Another birthday and another Limoges gift for my wife. The tradition continued after several frustrating attempts to provide some memories from our Egypt/London adventure. A broken box was delivered (I jokingly patched it with a Band-aid), then a second effort failed to be mailed, while a third attempt turned out to be a duplicate. Finally, I settled on Stonehenge to celebrate her 68th. We were off to Disney World and Portland with great expectations, as portrayed in this poem:

More with Every Year

London landmarks,

Were twice broken.

Booth and Bridge,

Band-Aid jokin’.

 

And with so many,

In your collection.

A duplicate order,

Upon inspection.

 

But on these boxes,

I continue to binge.

As we go to places,

Like Stonehenge.

 

Compared to Egypt,

Not too impressed.

But, this pile of stones,

A bucket list quest.

 

I would build such,

Monuments for you.

But, lacking handy skills,

Wouldn’t know what to do.

 

Bluey and Disney World,

Lead up to your Birthday.

But being with your Megan,

Makes it a special day.

 

Flight into Portlandia,

Ling’s, Apizza, and wine.

Another brief glimpse,

Of the White Stag sign. 

 

Wishing you,

A five-peak day.

Banana Cake,

And kitty play.

 

“So Happy Together,

With Falco and Ham.

Then to the spa,

For some glam.

 

Fosse and Tally,

Schnauzerville bound.

With Pee on the floor,

As she comes unwound.

 

But we’ll be back,

In eleven short days.

To watch her attack,

The dry food maize.

 

It’s time to turn,

Another page.

And you’ll be closer,

To my dreaded age. 

 

Happy sixty-eight,

Let it be clear.

I love you more,

With every year. 

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The trip itself will be summarized in the next poem.