People have been wondering why I named my blog 'Butterfly Kisses'. It's actually the title of a beautiful song by Bob Carlise. Perhaps it's better suited for a daddy's blog but I really love this song very much. It's about raising a daughter and I have 2 girls so I guess it's somewhat appropriate.
I first heard the song in the car while I was driving home. It brought tears to my eyes. That was years back and I didn't have any children then. Now that I am a mother, the words mean more to me even though my girls are only 3.5yrs and 1.5yrs. I've always wanted girls (though I come from a family of 4 girls) and God has blessed me with two. They are more fun to dress up (gosh!...you should see their wardrobe) and easier to handle (or so I thought).
I think the line 'she's daddy's little girl' is the most apt. BOTH my girls are ABSOLUTELY 'DADDY'S LITTLE GIRLS'. Whenever they are in pain, unhappy, angry....they'll go 'I want daddy' or 'daddy'. I seem to be insignificant to them then. Perhaps they see too much of me and so little of daddy, perhaps daddy is the 'good' parent while I am the 'bad'. Sigh! Their faces lit up once they hear their daddy has come home. They'll drop everything and clamber to the hallway to greet him. Louisa will report to him what she's been doing and Lavigne will babble non-stop. Will I be greeted at the door with such affection and warmth if I am a working mum?
'Butterfly Kisses' by Bob Carlise
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 the joy in my life,
But most of all...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
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 momma 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 prayer.
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 going to kiss you on your 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, 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.
Stickin' 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 a hug 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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