I look into your beautiful eyes
and see a wisdom looking back at me
that seems somewhat impossible.
No longer are you tiny and fragile
sleeping on my chest
smelling of sweet milk and powder.
But running to my arms
with scraped knees
the smell of fresh cut grass on your clothes
and dirt in your hair.
"Has it been 2 years already?"
I say to myself in amazement
as i stare down at you
while you sleep.
I put my hand on your chest
and thank your heart for beating
i listen to your breath
and thank your lungs for breathing
and i kiss your forehead
and thank you for loving me
in a way that no one else ever possibly could.
Your daily motivation...
hugs, cookies, and sponge bob
not to take myself so seriously.
Sometimes i look at you
and pray into the universe
that you will stay sweet,
loving, unburdened, and happy.
That your little heart
will never know pain, or fear,
Prejudice, hate, or ill intent.
Stay sweet dear heart.
And if nothing else,
carry this with you...
that I love you.
I love you for who you are,
and for whoever you become
and for whatever you wish to be.
that if there is a time
when you feel you can count on nothing else...
you can always count
on my love for you.
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