Being one of six girls, we were daddy’s little princesses.

 

Daddy’s Little Girl

 

I don’t remember when I started looking up to you

Could it be when you first held me and kissed my forehead

Was it the first time you spun me around until I giggled out loud

Or was it my first bike and you ran along side me, holding me up

Telling me bedtime stories that had me so scared, I slept with the lights on

Eating McDonalds until my stomach hurt

Giving me candy coated dreams, of nothing was too good for his little girl

Was it my first dance and the embarrassment of meeting the boyfriend

Could it have been the sound of my footsteps on the front porch

That had you waiting up for my return

Or was it the day I asked you to give me away in marriage and you said…

I will never give you away, I’m your father for life

The heart to heart with the groom to be, reminding him

To be careful with my heart, he’s only renting it

It could’ve been the birth of each grandchild, which made your chest swell

Or was it when I told you, you were the first man I’ve ever loved

I still look up to you, even though you’re a little slower

A little older, sometimes forgetful about the small things

But what I will always cherish is your wit, your patience and your love

For you will always be, my first love, my first kiss and my best friend

And I’ll always remain…daddy’s little girl

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