In Italy’s sunlit embrace they stay, Kerrie and Brendan find their own sweet way. In the heart of the tuscan fields they stand, Learning pasta’s secrets, hand in hand. Though usually she hosts the festive cheer, Her birthday calls for merriment sincere. Her humor, like fine wine, ages with grace, Bringing smiles and joy to every place. As a cook her dishes speak like art, In every flavor, she casts a spell to start. A paraprofessional with a nurturing heart, In life’s grand feast, she plays her part. This day we raise a glass and sing, To Kerrie, who makes the world a brighter thing.