It's been said that
It's the little things
That make the
biggest difference;
They mean the most,
Always.

Something so simple
like the tiny hands
of a smiling baby,
Her footprints making marks
On her mothers heart.

The way that she giggles
At silly faces and TV shows
And clings to mama at the door
before she leaves; "Please stay,"
what she wants to say,
But the words aren't there yet
And she'll cry until she falls asleep,
Then run to you and kiss you
When that door opens once again.

It's the little things, really.
Her smile, her laugh, the soft sighs
When she sleeps and the way
Her heart beats.

She'll grow and be wise,
But she'll love you the same.
And those footprints on your heart
Will always remain.