Sunday, February 8, 2009

You're probably fast asleep half way to a dream.
Making your way to the scene.
We get just get take one baby that's just how life is.
But no take is wasted with you on set.

Who needs a director with you staging the script.
No producer can capture your talent with the perfect role.
No actor can co-star without bringing you down.
No emotion is outside of your emotional bounds.

Build me up, tear me down, every time
I watch you move across the stage of life and
Take the ups and the downs with every go round
It makes me cry with passion.

Just place your hands together,
Hold them by your legs and waist,
Smile smartly at the joyous watchers,
Bow so I can take you home when you're done.

So I can take you home to candles and the smell of home.
The finest wines and most exotic meals laid before you.
Another hotel room only hours away in another city on another day.
So we can take the time to do it over again until we've seen the world.

I know it seems crazy, but I really want next summer to come. This summer you'll be 18 and we'll have fun after you graduate and it'll be warm and beach-y and stuff. I'll help you move in with Kelly and Meagan and things will be amazing. We'll have our anniversary right on the edg of the best part of summer after you start school...It'll be amazing.
Next summer though...I want to take you abroad. Just for a month or so. Take the time to show you europe as best I can. I'll buy road maps and plot courses. I'll check the internet and reserve rooms in all the right hotels. I'll keep everything stored away to give you the best of what I can think of and more. You can be my little lady, I'll be your silly man, and we'll have our wild adventure.
I want August to come so I can give you more of my time than anyone before you.

"I always have to remind myself. That turning in my stomach when I get out of your car to go to work isn't my lack of work ethic; that turning is a reminder that I miss you before you're gone. Basically it reminds me I'm in love, do or die."

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