Growing pains around the letters of your first borns name.
May your daughter know as many men just like you as she does that aren’t,
May she know the unconditional love you had to teach yourself and may you be reminded of your own worth when installing it it her.
They don’t make songs about this type of love, instead it follows the hum of a Saturday cafe where you always end up because everything tastes like 18 and it reminds you that you never needed a reason to come home in the first place.
You find a reason, make one up just to be sure you made the right decision.
You did.
