Through a Father's Eyes

Through a Father's Eyes

It all starts when you're told your going to have a baby
The panic, the thing that had always caused fear
Could it be possible I am going to a man or little lady
And when the birth comes so do the tears.

The first wails, the first little sighs
The first giggles and the first coos
You'll wipe away the teardrops from her eyes
And run away the first time she poops.

When the sweet little princess is cradled in your arms
Her little face all puckered and scrunched up
Your already hers as she smiles and you see her charms
That manly facade breaks and your no longer so tough

When you get her home and rock your new daughter
And you'll never forget the first time you held her and she fell asleep
You'll know what it's like to really be a father
Looking down at her angelic face and trying not to weep.

It's a time of many glorious new first you'll see
In no time at all she'll sit up on her own
Later running around like a busy little bee
If you had only be more prepared and know.

Sleepless nights sitting up with the sick little girl
Trying to make everything a little bit better
Failing to dodge the sneezes and an inevitable hurl
Getting a new T-shirt in exchange for one that's now wetter.

The best is the first time she comes running for a hug
Or she is amazed at the light up shoes
Sometimes it the simple think like killing a bug
To get her to say "Daddy, I love you."

The first hug the sweet first kiss
The first little steps, first words, or her favorite toy
These are things you won't want to miss
But beware some day she'll meet a boy

When she finally comes home and says "I met a man"
You'll get angry and disappointed and sad
You're mind will start to form all sorts of evil plans
Then she'll kiss your cheek and call you Dad

All those plans will slip right away
Now it's time to get ready for a thought you never had
Walking her down the aisle on her wedding day
The last is the saddest when she tells you "I'll always love you dad."

Your little girl all grown up and a woman now
Married with a job and able to drink a few beers
You'll look back fondly and wonder just how
She went from that baby to a women in what seems like a few years.

You'll grow older and become grandpa just a little too soon
Doting and loving the same as you had for your sweet little princess
You'll watch them crawl and grow up, and sing a little tune
Grandpa's and Dad's are always loved that is the consensus.

Through all of this the singing, playing and joys
The evenings you hold her as she softly cries
Thanks to one lone or group of boys
You'll console her as you look at her through a Father's eyes.