To all her many friends gathered here who may or may not know,
Karin's arrival in this world was, for me, quite a blow,
There was back then no sonar amnio or other high tech clutter
Only friends and relatives assuring me that I would soon have a little brother.

But this young player knew how to swing and when to bunt,
And I determined then to be the best big brother any little girl could want.
I watched her swim before she could walk,
I watched her smile before she could talk.

She was my favorite photographic subject in my early career,
Yes, to me my little sis was something quite dear.
Okay so she worshipped me more than she should,
But that was my big brother role to be all that I could.

As she grew and I grew we always stayed close,
Thru ups and thru downs, I heard it all quite verbose,
Whether his name would be Xavier, Balthazaar, or Bill?
I always knew the role of soul partner in this world she would eventually fill

So one day she called me about this guy named Bill
He's from Indiana and he's not a pill
At first there was concert, a jazz fest, a club,
The energy was building, he wasn't a dud.

It continued to blossom, momentum was there, cohabitation fascination anticipation but no ring did he dare
Events came and went - no proposal was made - then Hawaiian winds blew and he finally caved.

To accommodate their many near and dear, Camp Richardson did appear, and so it is that we are all here...

So I now invite you to raise your glass for Bill and Karin,
May their journey be full, filled with splendor and warmth, their union dreamy and drenched in love and caring, I am happy to be here and happy to say,
Let's all celebrate this glorious day.