Molly's three year old poem:
How do you spell happiness? O-M-L-L-Y
Or maybe L-L-O-M-Y
don't worry, she'll get it right
because she's bright
With a bright personality, happy as can be
and a big bright smile - she's miss congeniality
like a bright, sunny day
but whoops! One wrong move at the wrong time
and the thunderclouds form
the emotions climb
And Burst! There she blows
She's my little thunderstorm
look - there she goes!
As the tears rain down
But I understand - it's hard being two
There's so much to deal with
so much she wants to do
But shoes lose their bows
And I picked the wrong clothes
She wants to color, but it's time to be going
And what she's saying - sometimes I'm not knowing
And that can be frustrating when you're two
But like all thunderstorms, soon the sun shines through
and she's no longer blue
But it always makes me glad
just to "hold you"
when your happy or sad.
and watch as you scamper and cavort
as you enjoy the fun, the sport
of each day
You're so cute, you're so short!
You're my little doll
Daddy's girl, we eat cereal together
It's nice to know that someone in this family
has the taste for fine cuizine
You're a sweet big sister
As you and Beth-Beth play
And a devoted little sister
Right behind Andrew all the way
Yes, you do everything that your big brother does
(and get hurt half the time)
but we know that's because
You love and admire him
even though sometimes your fights
Can be such loud and dramatic sights.
A budding young artist
Your sketches and paintings
Are works of art all
And while we are proud
And we brag out loud
We wonder - did you have to draw them
on your bedroom wall?
But no matter, my little ballerina
I'm sure that I have never seen a
piroutte done with a prouder flourish
and a brighter smile
than yours - they have a certain style
that's all Molly
Because you are who you are
You are the one and only Molly
My little star
As you sing your heart out
with words all your own
(And still unknown)
And nod your head along with your favorite song
You can be so funny and sweet and cute
and beautiful
But you're growing up now, now your twos are through
And we don't know quite what to do
with a three year old Molly
Except what we have tried
to do, with God's help, for you
which is to guide you and love you
through each day, through each year
To let you be yourself
while attempting to steer
your wonderful, unique personality towards
the one that you will become in God's will
And I look forward with joy to another year
with my three year old girl
Who I am holding still
very close to my heart
And the reason is clear
It's 'ecause, 'ecause, 'ecause, 'ecause
I Love you - my dear!
Happy Birthday to my
favorite brown-eyed girl
Love, Daddy
June 18, 1994