Butterfly Kisses

So while we’ve been busy planning and hosting our Little Bird’s birthday extravaganza, my dad’s birthday came and went last Tuesday. So I want to wish him a happy birthday by dedicating this post to him and one of my fondest memories…my wedding day and our father-daughter dance.

That day, I saw him cry. That day he wouldn’t let my hand go when we got down the aisle to my awaiting groom. I saw him smile and laugh, all while speaking through almost every picture we forced him to take. Then, it was time to dance.

I chose Bob Carlisle’s Butterfly Kisses. (Well, truth be told, my dad actually picked it). So when we made it to the dance floor, it shocked me when my dad wouldn’t stop talking! I mean, he went on and on about how good the food has been, that everyone is having fun and on and on. At one point, I think I actually told him to shut up and listen to the song. And then he whispered in my ear that if he stopped talking, he would cry. So for the three and a half minutes of that song, he talked, I smiled and tried to enjoy the moment.

Happy Birthday, dad! I love you. (And yes, this song STILL makes me cry)

 

Butterfly Kisses

by: Bob Carlisle

There’s two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven, and she’s daddy’s little girl.

As I drop to my knees by her bed at night, she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.

And I thank god for all of the joy in my life, but most of all, for…

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayers, stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
“Walk beside the pony, daddy, it’s my first ride.”
“I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried.”

Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right,
to deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet sixteen today.
She’s looking like her mamma, a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.

Trying her wings out in a great big world. But I remember…
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayers, stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
“You know how much I love you daddy, but if you don’t mind,
I’m only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.”

With all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right,
to deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time like the wind, when the years go by
precious butterfly, spread your wings and fly.

She’ll change her name today.
She’ll make a promise, and I’ll give her away.
Standing in the bride room, just staring at her,
she asked me what I’m thinking, and I said “I’m not sure,
I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl.”
Then she leaned over… and gave me…

Butterfly kisses, with her mama there, sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
“Walk me down the aisle daddy, it’s just about time.”
“Does my wedding gown look pretty, daddy?” “Daddy don’t cry.”

With all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses
I couldn’t ask god for more, man, this is what love is
I know I’ve gotta let her go, but I’ll always remember
Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses…

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