My darling daughter, my baby, turns 16 today. How is that possible? It seems like only yesterday that I was singing her to sleep, whispering to her in a darkened room.
When you are old, remember this --
A father's love, a mother's kiss,
A sister's smile, a brother's hand,
Your name writ large across the sand.
A garden close with perfumed air,
A daisy woven through your hair.
A velvet night with stars splashed through,
A song...a whisper, "I love you."
Happy birthday, baby.