Ten years ago yesterday, December 7, 1995, this precious child was given to me. I remember being struck by the fact that I had never loved anyone or anything so much in all of my life. Ten years later, I feel just the same.
I wrote this poem on August 8, 2000, when Parks was 4-1/2 years old:
A bedtime story before tucking you in
Two more chapters from "Charlotte's Web"
I stand to leave and bend for a kiss
Which you wipe away with the back of your hand
You say something cute — probably learned from TV —
I now can't recall to retell or recite
And I worry this is how your childhood will be
Too quickly gone by, too soon wiped away.
Good-bye to the little boy I have loved so dearly. And happy birthday to the young man you are growing to be. I love you, Parks. More than I ever thought possible.
Dad
1 comment:
Our oldest daughter had a birthday on the 10th. I always tell people that being there for your kid's birth is a rush likke no other.
Congratulations!
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