I know this is a “mommy blog” of sorts, but I feel it only apropos that on this, the eve of Father’s Day, that this post be focused on the father of my baby girl and the love of my life. It has been so enjoyable to see my hubby as a dad. I always knew it was the role he was born to play, and I haven’t been disappointed.
So I offer this “Ode to Billy B. on His First Father’s Day” and my heartfelt thanks for giving me the second love of my life.
Ode to Billy B. on His First Father’s Day
Even though our babe is only a tot
She needs to know that you love her a lot
So you sing and talk in funny voices
And can uncannily replicate her snorts and other bodily noises.
You sing her the Dance-eriffic ditty
That contains little but jibberish and nothing at all witty.
But you sing it anyway with gusto and zest
So she knows it’s her whom you love the best.
You call her Meggy Spaghetti, the peanut and Smiley Joe
And, with me, dream of all the places she’ll go.
You love it when she wears the yellow sleeper
In it you can’t help but hold and keep her
Close to your chest where she can hear your heart beat
While she squeals and smiles while kicking her feet.
You gave her your blue eyes that sparkle in the sunlight
And that dark dark hair that draws comments from left and from right!
You painted her room at your wifey’s request
And made sure you gave it your very best.
For Baby Girl would be sleeping in that very nursery
So the paint job had to be anything but cursory.
You watched in awe as we first saw her on ultrasound
Squeezing my hand when she did flips upside down.
Late at night, you’ll pull me by the hand to take a peek
At our little baby when she’s fast asleep.
In the morning you jump from bed in a hurry
At the first sounds of stirring that come from her nursery
To pick up our peanut and witness her morning smiles
Because they are many, and they make it all worthwhile.
On this, your first Father’s Day, I say thanks on behalf of our special girl
And offer my own thanks to you for our Meghan, our pearl.
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