they walk hand in hand and look into each others eyes. While I sit and watch from a distance thinking wow time really flies by.

I was her best friend in life, i still remember yelling at her to not touch the butter knife.

i always tuck her in at the age of three and under, but then she would come sleep with me when it would lightning and thunder.

At the age of six she used to love to climb trees, then she would almost fall out because of the cool summer breeze.

well this poem must come to an end, i cant talk about my daughter forever because if so where would I begin.