Date Night with Daddy

Emily. Emmers. Half-pint. Emmy. My sweet girl turns 8. 8!!! As she rolled over this morning, stretched, and whispered with a smile, "Only two days till my date with Daddy." I smile and squeeze her. She finds the positive in everything. With Daddy not here on her birthday since it is during the week, she made plans with her Daddy to go on a date, and she wants a fancy dress and a steak. That's her request. She doesn't ask for much. Ever.

In Daddy's Arms

in daddy's arms i am tall

and close to the sun and warm

in daddy's arms.

in daddy's arms i can see Granny's sunset

i can touch the bottom leaves of her maple tree

in our front yard

in daddy's arms

in my daddys arms the moon is close

closer at night time when i can almost touch it

when it smiles back at me from the wide twinkling skies

in daddy's arms i am tall

taller than Uncle Bri and my friends Erica and Katie

taller than Papaw

and best of all

i am taller than erika, my big sister

in my daddys arms

i am strong and brave like daddy laughing

happier than Caesar our neighbors' dog

when i pet him

when daddy spins me round and round

and the whole world is crazy upside down

i am big and strong and proud like him

in daddy's arms

my daddy

(Written especially by Emily, 8 years old)