Proud Daddy

Proud Daddy
I am truly the luckiest father in the entire world. I have the most intelligent and loving little boy ever. I do not find it easy to put in to words how I feel about that little boy. I am truly blessed to have a son who does everything to make me happy. At 4 he was learning to read, play the guitar, drums and piano and he draws some of the most interesting abstract pictures ever.
I remember when he was about 9 months old I was driving him to the sitter before work. It was about 5:45a so we were both very tired. I decided to put on some relaxing music to inspire him to go to sleep during the 1 hour drive. I played the only cd in my truck, the second disc in Ben Harper’s Live from Mars 2 disc set. If anyone is familiar with this particular cd you will note that this is the disc containing mostly acoustic songs. I always play that disc in random mode because it has been the only cd in my truck since I bought it. The second song that played was called,”Like a King/I Rise” and to my surprise he began singing the song like he wrote it. He knew all of the words, inflections in the melody, everything. The funny thing was that at the time he pronounced the sound of an “L” as if it were a “Y”. I almost cried when I heard from a tiny voice coming from behind me softly singing, “Yike a King”. Geez I love him so much.
I could go on forever about my little man, but at the risk of making you all sick I will not. Today I missed him too much to handle. Weekend at mom’s house can be a hard time for me so I just took out my favorite photo of him and I was overwhelmed with emotion and words that were beating in my head. I grabbed my notebook and began to write this little poem for him.
Gavyn,
Daddy loves you and can not wait for you to come back home. I am so proud of you I cry every time I think of you, all you can do, and all you have to accomplish in your future.

Angel
By: Jason Byrd

When I look into your eyes
I see myself in you
But most of all I see you conquer
The things I could not do

My heart is filled with so much pride
Each time I watch you play
And hear those bright insightful things
You always seem to say

The warm smiles that you give to me
Can set my heart at ease
And the pedestal that you hold me on
Has brought me to my knees

All the visions that I had of you
Were more than I expected
And as long as air is in my lungs
You will always be protected

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