I crafted palaces for you, out of sheets and blankets.
I laughed at your jokes, before you could speak words recognized by the adult world.
I combed your hair and tried not to pull it.
I rubbed your back for two hours straight, while you worked to fall asleep... on every family vacation.
I played every "I spy wif my yittle eye... somesing...".
I held you in my arms and sang "He's Always Been Faithful" over your life and heart.
I have prayed continuously... that you grow into all the potentials we see in your little spirit.
Jesus knows you, Riley baby.
I bought you a cake-pop...
I love you.