05/17/2025
In a town in the middle of Kansas, you see,
Lives a bold, brilliant whirlwind—yep, that is she!
She balances babies and bones with great flair,
With Cheerios stuck in the back of her hair.
She adjusts, she explains, she’s a chiropractic queen,
With a smile that’s kind and a brain sharp and keen.
She homeschools her kiddos, folds laundry (or not),
While plotting skydives in states that are hot.
She dreams up new planners with dopamine flair,
Then forgets where she put them—but doesn’t despair!
She’s got s***k, she’s got sass, and she doesn’t sit still—
Unless stuck in a room where the toddlers are shrill.
She’s quirky, she’s clever, she works on the fly,
She’ll jump from a plane just to say she can fly.
If you ask her what’s next, she might just say “MORE!”
Then go build a barndo and paint the front door.
So here’s to the woman who does it all right—
(Or at least does it well… with a laugh every night.)
She’s chaos, she’s magic, she’s calm and she’s wild—
A healer, a dreamer, a mother, a child.
