I sometimes wish you were still small.
Not yet so big and strong and tall....
For when I think of yesterday.
I close my eyes and see you play.
I often miss that little boy.
Who pestered me to buy a toy.
Who filled my days with pure delight.
From early morning to late at night.
We watch our children change and grow
As seasons come then quickly go.
But God has a perfect plan
To shape a boy into a man.
Today my son I'm proud of you
for all the thoughtful things you do.
I'll love you till my days are done.
And I'm so grateful you're my son
Daddy xoxo
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