“You promise you will tell me the first three boys you kiss?”
“I promise daddy,”
I reassured him when I was five.
Our talks of him walking me down the aisle and holding my kids
Soon came to an end
An end I never wanted to see or imagine.
“I’m so proud of you.” Plays in my head
The excitement when I accomplished my goals
To tell daddy and hear those words
Like the feeling I get when I hear his soothing voice, “I love you”

Our special hand shake to our butterfly kisses
I was Daddy’s Little Girl
He always called me “beautiful”
And lectured me about boys
Until the day I found Jess
The first boy I wasn’t afraid to have daddy around.
He stopped the lectures and had open arms.

“Yes, he can sleep over.”
Did my daddy really say that?
The day I knew Jess was the one.
If my daddy could see the love that we felt
I could never doubt we were meant to be.

I had to reassure my dad though
The day he was so cold, stiff and thin
The day I felt like my world crashed all around me
I may have lost him on earth,
But in my heart he will forever stay
With a final kiss on his forehead and the tears filling up my eyes,
“Daddy I’ll always be your little girl”