Dear Sonya of two-thousand-and-one

Dear Sonya of two-thousand and one,

You have just entered a new phase of fun.

The years will pass and crash but you’ll have a blast

One day you’ll wake up and realize all the days have past

In those days you will feel,

Pain, joy, anger but in that you will be real.

The pain will come but not move in,

He’ll only come once in a wile, never to set up shop and win

Anger, he’ll be there too,

At people, yourself and God, but it will always just pass through.

The heart will grow the most;

Hold on to God, your safety post.

In the times you don’t know what to do,

In growing and changing, God will send you a working crew.

They will teach you, correct you, love you -for you,

Joke with you, laugh with you, and help when you are blue.

These people will be what make the years worth the fight.

Love them and trust them but don’t hold on to tight;

For in the years that you grow

You will move, and change for months in a row.

I will tell you one more thing.

Friendship and truth will always rein king.

The adventures you go on are too crazy to believe.

Just know in Tchad, Norway, Honduras, and America you’ll never work with a Steve.

The numbers of languages you’ll learn are really quite high

You’ll pass most Americans without much of a try.

So don’t worry Sonya of two-thousand and one

The days you are entering are quite full of fun

Hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

Your emotions will shift with the rise of each tide

Each bad moment wont last,

Each good one will go too fast.

Enjoy each day, each offer of heaven.

I’ll see you when you get here, in two-thousand and eleven.