To Chad, a man of strength and gentle might, On this, your forty-ninth year's dawning day, The roads you've traveled paint a life so bright, From steering trucks to crafting soufflés. A guide, a friend, a father figure true, Who taught me much through wisdom, mirth, and care, You shouldered papers with the morning dew, And raised cold pints in evening's balmy air. Kettlebells swing to match your steady heart, Their arc reflects your disciplined desire, For though diverse your roles, you play each part, Aspiring still, the badge you seek inspires. With Spike and Teddy trailing in your wake, May joy and purpose light paths you will take.