I don’t want a thing
on Saturday mornings
just my favorite songs
playing low.
I don’t want to leave the bed,
just stay there,
holding you tightly,
all day long.
Let me sit cross legged,
tea in one hand,
and you in the other
sipping both,
slowly.
I want to be the sun, radiating my own light,
not the moon, borrowing its glow.
I want to be a good kisser,
that’s why I’m trying
every part of you.
On good days,
I want to kiss you madly.
And on bad days,
I want to kiss you deeply.
To my baby girl,
I loved you long before I met you, and now here you are, one whole year of pure joy, laughter, and love.
You are my greatest happiness, my endless love, and the brightest light in my world. Every time you smile, I am finding the meaning of my entire life.
I promise to be the best dad I can ever be, because you chose us, and in doing so, you gave us more than we could have ever dreamed of.
Thank you, my little angel, for filling our days with magic, love, and wonder.
Happy birthday, my princess.
Pappa
I hate when people connect my life to my writings.
I’m just a person who writes, the only thing that should matter is what I write.
After all the chaos,
I will be reborn from the ashes
and soar high to the moon,
like a phoenix from a fairy tale.
I hope you’ll watch me
rise, just like the old days.
Sometimes, the night is a good time to hide yourself from the rest of the world. It gives a sense of relief, allowing you to be exactly as you want to be.
In the middle of the dark night you become your true self.
I know that one day I will collapse,
And hopefully, you won’t witness it.
I will make sure that, until your last breath,
I’ll stay strong and keep us stronger.
That’s the promise I made—to hold you
Forever.
You are the most precious gift
you could ever wish for.
You are the light that guides you
through the darkest nights.
You are the Santa
you’ve always dreamed of.
You are the Christmas
you’ve been waiting for.