I came to you

I came to you to write a song

from the meatiest part of my heart

(you know that part that dwells on first moments

and proposals and soul-searching glances)

I came to you with memories and words

and plans to mark the date

With all good intent to Be the Romantic Wife!

as glimpsed on a title as I whizzed through the market

and then snorted, smirked and moved on.

Vacillating between corny ideas and Real Winners,

that take more intent and focus than I have to work with.

I came to you with a smile

and the sure knowledge that we were no longer in kansas

as evidenced by a house overrun with small people

From a girl with stars in her eyes

to a woman with stars in her pocket

Now I can come to you simply

as Me.

Rest your eyes on these faces of love, my love.

And I'll come to you with no more words.

the one and only firstborn

don't you hug me

don't you kiss me

we have "boatiques" like daddy!

a daddy and his girl