Love

My silly little Lilly laying on a Lily pad

I’ll say it outloud I’m so proud that I am your dad

You’re eyes you’re cry’s I’m addicted to you’re sound’s

When you are happy or upset you’re smiles an you’re frowns.

Toothless grins or your ruthless ways of pinching skin when your cranky

Needing to be changed or a bottle made while holding your blankie.

The gift of life what they say is right having kids changes your thinking

Instead of risking it all climbing thinking you won’t fall drowning an sinking.

As you see them grow you want to slow down time completely

Not sending them off to college or to be an alcoholic discreetly.

The heartbreak as they take their stuff an hit the road

Having an empty room trying to resume life all alone.

Hearing their problems giving advice to solve them when growing older

Telling them how life gets colder an you need to be tough like a soldier.

Daily struggles but they are healed with your baby snuggles

Watching you blow bubbles or stomp an run through mud puddles.

Trying to walk learning how to talk it’s all mesmerizing

Playing peekaboo surprising you, your laughs are energizing.

So many faces when your tasting

different kinds of foods

Constipation is starting

your poop is hardening time to bust out the prunes.