Random

Well, I realize that every time I post something new, no one can believe it. I just don't take the time to blog much, and truthfully, I don't feel I have a lot to say!! But once in a while, I'll think of something random that I want to share. This time, it's a poem that my dad wrote for me 7 1/2 years ago when my daughter was born. I was with friends on New Years Eve, and one of them shared a poem that was written about her son by her mother, his grandmother. It made me remember this poem that my dad wrote for me and my daughter, and to this day, it brings tears to my eyes. It is so special to me, as I know it will be someday to my daughter. I just thought I would share it with you all too! I guess I should tell you that my daughter and I were both born in July, and I was 4 days shy of turning 25 on the day she was born...

There were bright, white-hot days and dark, muggy nights

In July, twenty-five summers ago.

And there was change upon change in every aspect of life--

We were bringing our new baby home.

We would cuddle her close and stare at her face

And wonder what would become

Of this beautiful creature, this dear little Angel

God had given us for our very own.

Sometimes in the night when our Angel would cry

Mommy and Daddy both got to our feet

And decided who'd feed her and rock her this time

And who'd get to go back to sleep.

When Mommy was worn out and needed to rest

Daddy would then do his part.

He would cuddle and rock and hold on his chest

The Angel who had stolen his heart.

He's sing "Hush-a-bye" and he'd sing "Daddy's Baby"

He'd sing them over and over again.

He sang to his Angel and told her he hoped

That someday she would sing songs with him.

Mommies and daughters have a special bond

That only mommies and daughters can know.
Daughters and daddies have something different--

Something that may not always show.

Those first nights at home with our little girl

Came back clearly and painfully, as well
When I saw my Angel in a white gown and veil

And heard the ringing of her wedding bells.

Our little Angel is grown and now out on her own

With her husband, a special young man.

And there is change upon change taking place in their home

Twenty-fve summers have past and it's July again.

There are bright, white-hot days and dark, muggy nights

This July, just like others we've known.

And God has visited my daughter and has given to her

An Angel of her very own.

I never thought I'd see an Angel on earth

Much less raise on in my own home.

But now I have seen--through another miracle of birth--

my Angel bring her Angel home.

-Papa