Something I

remember

most about

you.



When you were

about 4 years

old for

some odd

reason you

would want

me to

cuddle with you

and lie down

and read

books in

the corner

of  a room.



it would

never take

long and soon

you were

in your

angel sleep.



and often

was the

time we would

wake up

in a pile

of blankets

in the morning

that way.



with each

of our dreams

tucked away

in each other's

heads.



with you resting

your head

on my

arm and

your tangled

angel hair all

wrapped up

around my

face.



I never asked

you for reasons

why but

eventually

you grew out

of this phase,



but to this day

those nights

with you

lying next to

me with your

stuffed animals

were some

of the most

tenderest moments

of my life.



your little

angel sighs  

when you

would turn

your body

one way

and then

the next.



and every

moment it

just meant

more and more

to me

to realize

that for the



rest of

my life

that God

had given

me you

to take

care of.



and now at

21 one years

old you

are one of

the most

beautiful things

that I

have ever

seen.