MY BABY GIRL!
My Baby Girl!
My Baby Girl
she makes me dance and twirl.
Beautiful as can be
lucky, lucky me.
All of God’s grace
in her sweet little face.
Even tho’ I pray
little she won’t stay.
Please don’t grow so fast
let these precious moments last.
Tea parties, dolls, and bows
soon she’ll run the show.
Growing up in a whirl
My Precious Baby Girl!
You little one are mommy’s heart
I knew it right from the start
the way you hold my finger tight,
when we’re alone late at night.
When I cradle you in my arms
you smile and show all your charms.
Then you drift off to sleep
sometimes I can’t help but weep,
how lucky I have become
to actually be the chosen one.
To have and hold a child like you
now life seems to good to be true.
So I look up at the sky so blue
and thank the heavens for giving me you!
You little one are daddy’s pride,
the joy you bring I cannot hide.
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
your beautiful eyes and button nose.
How could I… even dream
what having you would really mean.
I do wish I would’ve known,
that you are really a gift on loan.
Tho’, I could not have prepared,
for the gift of love, that God has shared.
I will always do my best,
God believes, I’ll pass this test
and I will know I have succeeded
when you’re a parent, and there when needed.
‘Copyright 2003Christine Michaels’
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