Someone once told me that Melissa just doesn't fit. It's too stuffy and too serious. So I became Bird.
When Chris was a little boy, he pursed his lips and squinted his eyes and someone called out, "hey fish face!" Somehow the nickname stuck and he became Fish.
Together we are Bird and Fish.
When my mother-in-law was searching for our blog, she typed in Bird and Fish in Google, and this was the first thing that came up. Some how the internet gurus gave us this perfect poem.
The only author listed is Issues09.... Well Issues09, I hope that you are getting those issues sorted out, and in the mean time, thank you for this poem!!!
The Bird and The FishThere once was a bird
She had all she could want.
Freedom, love
Nothing could stop her.
Or so she thought.
There once was a fish
He had all he wanted.
He roamed the sea
No ties to hold him down
But secretly he wanted more
There once was a bird and a fish
One day by the ocean,
they met and became friends.
He loved hearing the birds tales of other lands
She was free and could fly away anytime.
Something he could never do.
The bird loved hearing his stories
Tales of legends of life under the water
It was different
Something she could never really experience
There once was a bird and a fish
And they fell in love.
Impossible you would think that
The two most unlikely creatures
Could ever meet
and fall in love.
They did though.
They loved being near each other
And though the question is asked
how will that work? Where will they live?
The answer is simple. . .
Who cares?
For they love each other an that is all that matters.
There once was a bird and a fish.
Chris turned 26! What an old fart:) He still had a monster truck birthday cake.
And celebrated with eating contests....
My dad dominated (note his gold medal).
The girls threw down with the classic doughnut on a string.
And Hotts took 2nd place in the watermelon eating!
