Happy Belated Daughters Day

Time is a funny thing…in one direction does it flow… yet sometimes it seems to move too fast…other times too slow. Moments come and moments go…but moments do not last. Thank goodness we have memories to hold on to moments that have past. But memory is also a funny thing for is it not our memories of moments from our past…when we group them all together that seem to make time move so fast. I remember when our daughter was born…how that moment changed my life…with style I remember her first steps…her first words…I remember her first smile. I remember her first day of school…by then she’d come so far… I remember teaching her to ride a bike…then how to drive a car. I remember the birth of her first child…our first grandchild…I hadn’t felt that way before…I remember feeling that way again and again and again…you see she had three more. I remember when she became a teacher…I remember shedding a few tears…I remember thinking, “That’s appropriate…she’s been teaching me for years.” I remember being proud of her…from those first steps that eventful day… and proud of every step she’s taken in her life along the way. And I will proudly stand beside her…through her good and bad times too… because I am proud that she’s my daughter…and that’s what Daddies do. And Daddies also know for good things…you often have to wait….which is why this Happy Daughter’s day poem…is arriving two days late.