My Rylie Elizabeth wrote this poem for me in September of 2009. I am a sap so it makes me well up just about every time I read it. I am so lucky to have a daughter that is so unlike me. She is such a free and kind soul she reminds me of who I should be aspiring to be, even when she is driving me crazy! Written March 2010.

 

 Look at me Daddy I’m all grown up There’s more than one lipstick stain on all our cups

Look at me Daddy I’m all grown up and flying, please don’t tell me Daddy it’s you I hear crying

Look at me Daddy don’t be sad, what’s happening to me isn’t so bad

Look at me Daddy I’m a grown up…