He's got a smile and it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see his face
It takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
He's got eyes of the bluest skies
And if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
His hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Little D- you have a special place in my heart. I love you little guy--the blue eyes, the big soft ears, the chubby grippy hands, the little muscle man, the monkey climber, the grumpy morning riser, my sweet Little D.
4 comments:
8 is such a magic age. You wake up and realize their childhood is quickly passing you by and they're growing into the own person. You wonder, "Have I taught them enough?" And yet you realize they're still so little and oh so wonderful. Happy Birthday little D.
I don't know why this made me all misty. But it did.
He really is a beautiful boy Kaerlig, always has been! How fast they grow up.
-love ya sweetie.
-Lucy
Happy 8th Birthday, Davey!
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