And reached for your strong hands.
My tiny fingers knew you,
Before I could understand.
Your hands proudly held me,
And smoothed my newborn hair.
They'd grow to love to tickle,
And toss me in the air.
Toby, it's so special to watch you and Patrick together. Each time you enter the room he gets a huge grin on his face and lets out that funny little squeal. He sure does love his Daddy! Although the poem encompasses much more than just six months it reminds me once again how quickly Patrick will grow up. The days seem to slip by so fast but you have a way of putting everything on hold to savor each moment with our precious boy. I found a quote that reminded me of you:
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys." ~Harmon Killebrew
Thank you for always having your priorities straight and for ever so gently reminding me of my own when I stray;) Happy Birthday sweetie. We love you!