(written by Troy and Jace for Preston's 30th Birthday)
Now’s the time that we must rhyme,
before the night is through.
For on this day 30 years ago you were born,
with a face ½ blue.
You’ve grown up fast and had a blast,
each day of life you’ve lived.
So let’s go back and with some tact,
recall some things you did.
The 1st 10 years seemed so long ago,
oh wait, that’s right- it was!
No broken bones or broken neck,
a miracle from heaven above.
1-10 years old
Trampoline, bicycle jumps,
lots of rough horse-play,
Burning all the ant beds
and almost the house one day.
Remember Layton
Right off that you just flew
How many times did we hear “No Cho!”
If only we all knew.
You were known as Blood & Guts
But your traits won all the hearts.
Fun, kind, giving, I could go on
Remember kicking the Fun-Runner’s butts?
Before moving on we have to share
A bit of gratitude….
Thanks for the pancake breakfasts,
the good times – more than a few,
for all those times you’d make us laugh,
I’m sure “You owe me one!”, too. (punch each other)
Now that we’ve included niceties
And though we could go on and boast,
Lets take a break from the mushy stuff
And get back to THE ROAST!
10-20 years old
Your angels put in overtime
to guard you through your life
The next 10 years were no different
Get ready, brace the wife!
Those years included wrestling days,
Often giving up some pounds
You’d think those “sheeters” had an edge
But you’d win with grunting sounds.
It seems “No Cho” always applied
For the spotlight, always striving
On wakeboard, snowboard,
Airchairs, too
Lets not forget his driving!
The day that Preston got
his pass
To get behind the wheel
“Irregardless” of the car he drove
The tires would always squeal
Who has the record of most cars wrecked?
How ‘bout all the near misses?
Leave it alone – let’s not reflect
We’d hear the angel’s hisses (hsssssss!)
He got his Eagle, what a task
Graduated from High School, too
Then on to college in Provo
Where all the good he did undo
He still made pancakes on Saturdays
Times more fun we’ve never heard
He’d do his laundry wearing nothing but boxers
Girls secretly admired but just said, “Nerd”
Bumming rides from strangers
Or using the truck or motorcycles of mine
Sporting strange new hair cuts
And lense-less glasses from time to time.
He did his two year walk-about
He served his mission, true
Returned with honor, respect and clout
But still the Preston we
all knew
He had managed to break his collar bone
How many suits were torn?
Bike accidents – still Blood & Guts
While teaching others to be reborn.
20-30 years old
After his mission, what did we find?
Our Preston that we all
loved.
Still giving Mother plenty of reason
To plead for help from above.
Stealing back impounded cars
True justice he would serve
Fired and rehired of his job at the Brick
The Pizza Truck once thrown a curve!
But he was always valued
Putting in more than just two cents
He made good friends and had good times
And memories immense!
He plugged away in class
He worked his way through school
And though he had a blast
He’s learned to keep some rules.
Working, playing, always dating
When will it ever end?
And finally he found her
The girl who has that perfect blend.
With Wife in hand and child in tow
More Decades are what’s next
But expectations you should know
At least 5 must fill your nest
Just as in times past & in times to come
There’s one thing you cannot worry
He’ll take life’s bumps and sometimes lumps
And create an exciting story!
So cheers to you where finally through
We thank you for the time
If aging ever gets you down
Just re-read this
Birthday rhyme!
