NOTES TO MYSELF

Thursday, October 02, 2003

With all that I have done wrong...I must have done something right..........

Butterfly kisses

There's two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven, and she�s daddy�s little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all the joy in my life, But most of all...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin� little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony daddy, it�s my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh, with all that I�ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet sixteen today.
She�s looking like her momma a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings in a great big world. But I remember...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin� little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you daddy, but if you don�t mind,
I�m only going to kiss you on cheek this time."
With all that I�ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time.
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly, spread your wings and fly.

She�ll change her name today.
She�ll make a promise, and I�ll give her away.
Standing in the bride room just staring at her.
She asked me what I�m thinking, and I said, "I�m not sure,
I just feel like I�m losing my baby girl."
Then she leaned over... and gave me...

Butterfly kisses, with her mama there.
Stickin� little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk me down the aisle daddy, it�s just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?" "Daddy don�t cry."
With all that I�ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses.
I couldn�t ask God for more, man, this is what love is.
I know I�ve gotta let her go, but I�ll always remember.
Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses...

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