You Had Him at Hello

Eight years ago you raced into our lives and he cried. It was the first time I’d ever seen him cry and I had known him for a long time and through a lot of things. Only you could make him forget everything about image and pride. Only you could bring the kind of joy that made him cry. He was yours the minute he laid eyes on you and you continue to hold him in the palm of your hand today. You are his one and only Baby Girl. He knows a thing or two about being a one and only.
It’s cliche to say he’s wrapped around your finger, so I won’t. Also, he is not. He’ll be firm when necessary. He’ll guide and teach instead of just giving in. He is not wrapped around your finger, but he is in your corner with a ferocity only known to dads of little girls.
You are a lucky girl. He is strong. He is loyal. He is safe. For eight years you have forced him to stretch and grow and improve. For eight years you have pushed him to be a better man and he’s risen to the challenge all eight years. You are a lucky girl.
For eight years you have given him your pure heart. You have made him laugh with your jokes and beam with pride at all your accomplishments. You have taught him as only a child can teach a grown man, showing him life with your limitless kindness and your big, brave soul. You have made his world bigger and brighter every day. He is a lucky man.

Happy Birthday Sweet Girl. We our so lucky you are ours.