The day you were born was the day our lives began. I never knew love until I met this tiny, squirmy baby with long fingernails and jet black hair.
Daddy held you. His firstborn. The one who brought him life as he never knew it. You were everything to him. He loved you.
He always loved you. He cherished each moment holding you, singing to you, wrapping you tightly in our homemade swaddling blankets.
Your breath was sweet and pure. Your tiny hands. Your little shoulders. Your baby feet that he loved to kiss.
He knew you’d have a road to travel that was all your own.
You, your sister, your brothers. He fought so hard to stay alive for you. To be the father he always wanted to be. To be the father he always was.
A father’s love is a precious love. When he took his last breath, he left peacefully knowing your tiny shoulders could carry the weight of losing a father and charging ahead like only you could.
You were his light. His life. His strength and his breath.
My sweet children, in your own way, you gave your father life. Just as he gave you life.
And each day you give me life. đź’™
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