My girl, Malorie

She’s got a heart that shines like morning, always sees the best in folks around. When the world feels heavy on my shoulders, she’s the one who lifts me off the ground.  
My girl Malorie, my sweetest friend, always there with a hand to lend. When times get tough, she takes her stand—my little angel with a helping hand. Oh, Malorie, you love your old man.  
Sunday walks and late-night laughter, every story ends the same way through—with a hug that says, “Dad, I gotcha,” and somehow, she makes the sky turn blue.  
My girl Malorie, my sweetest friend, always there with a hand to lend. When times get tough, she takes her stand—my little angel with a helping hand. Oh, Malorie, you love your old man.  
Years will roll, and she’ll chase her dreams, but no matter where she lands, it seems that light in her heart will never fade—she learned love’s power from the life we made.  
My girl Malorie, my pride and joy, my forever laugh, my reason why. Her gentle soul and her giving plan—my little angel with a helping hand. Oh, Malorie, you love your old man.
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