Today we give someone a birthday—
Her very first, one of many.
Behold: This warm little love ball
Who has effectively stolen our hearts—
And your eyes, and my nose,
My hair, and your smile,
Both our colorful personalities,
Our hopes, our dreams. All of these—
They came from us, and here they are
In a divine little package, given by God.
Our little package, full of surprises
To emerge with each passing year.
We touch her hands and feel her heart;
We look into her eyes and see her soul.
I see you hold her and not let go—
This is what I’ve been longing for.