In Princeton's light, a star was born,
September two-thousand-and-one, a golden morn.
A life began to span the earth,
From first breath to journeys worth.

From East Windsor's yard to Brampton's snow,
Then Kitchener's streets, where you would grow.
Two countries shaped the heart you'd keep,
A bridge between worlds, steady and deep.

Then westward called — San Jose's sun,
Bellevue's green, where new chapters run.
Issaquah's hills, then Kent's own light,
Each city a home, each move a new sight.

Through classrooms, then to children you would serve,
Behavioral health work, with heart and steady nerve.
From Kent's early learning to Renton's call,
You caught the smallest hands before they could fall.

Forty families, nine sites, a hundred more,
You made the hard work look like an open door.
A quarter century, the road still wide,
With love as compass, and stars as guide.

So here's to the years, and here's to the light,
To the woman you are, and the road in sight.
No need to have it all figured out today,
The story keeps growing, come what may.

For home was never just a place,
It's love and time and warm embrace.
The family bonds that hold so tight,
The memories that guide your light.

Each star above, a day you've known,
Nine thousand, one hundred, thirty-one.
Twenty-five years of love and light,
Every single one, yours to brighten.