In the heart of our family tree, a branch will proudly grow, Son in law Pepijn, with a spirit that everflows. New father, wearing love like a brand new tool belt, In the joy of his child's first steps, his heart forever melts. Dungeon master of dreams, crafting worlds within his mind, Guiding heroes through the shadows where silver linings bind. A handy man with magic hands, crafting solace from wood and nail, Fixing the broken with gentle might, where even silence can exhale. But oh, the curse of the wrong present, a jest in the family lore, The sweater a size too small, or the gadget that caused uproar. Yet in laughter's gentle embrace, it blooms into a treasure, For in every heart warmed by kindness, love's gifts are beyond measure.