My baby boy
My pride and joy
How could I ever imagine a life without you
If I could I would protect you from any harm that could affect you
Your smile lights up my day
Even bad days you get me through
My light, my sunshine
What would I do without you
I could never imagine a life without you now
And I pray that I can get a life long with you by my side
noun | self-re·spect | self-ri-ˈspekt |
a proper respect for oneself as a human being
Don’t dress up to seek the admiration of other people.
The glances and looks or even stares.
Do you really want this?
You say you want respect but how can you get it,
when all you do is showing your beauty to the outside world for recognition.
You say you want to fall in love with your mind but you only display our body.
I can’t even feel the pain because I’ve buried it so far down
Every inch of my being is torn and I want to scream out crying.
Feeling like a disappointment to everyone around me.
Silently crying because I don’t want anyone to hear me.
With the door unlocked because I want someone to find me.
Being happy and miserable at the same time.
My birthday was this weekend and I turned 22. I never really gave much thought to the year when I turn 22. I guess it never crossed my mind fully.
My numbers start to feel empty. Years fly by like the wind, hardly even touching me. Leaving a cold shiver and then 365 days have gone by again.
When I look back it’s all just a blur. How is it that my childhood years went by so slow? And now it’s like life is running a marathon. Can’t it all just stop for a second? Let me live so that I can breath in all my memories.
A year will feel like a month
A month will feel like a week
A week will feel like a day
A day will feel like an hour
An hour will feel like a minute
And a minute will feel like a second
I can’t believe it’s been half a year
Time flied by like a night in disguise
One second ago I held you close
Two little feet, ten little toes
First a smile, then a laugh
Now six months later you’re rolling around
Finding your hands to your toys
Soon you’ll be able to walk and talk
While you’re growing up, we’re growing old
Stop time a little so we can be with you even more
There is no rush, so I’ll stop searching for the next milestone
And enjoy the time with our firstborn child