I dreamed of having a daughter to sing this to, but as it turns out I had William instead. No matter - the words are still so beautiful and poignant and perfectly describe the feelings I have for my 3 year old...(I just change the "she" to "he" now.) He is every bit as dramatic as any girl would have been, I think, and yet makes me laugh a hundred times a day.
When I tell him not to throw he says "I'm not throwing, Mama. I just tossing." And if I tell him to stop screaming, his sweet reply is "I'm not screaming. I just yelling." He has me wrapped around his finger and he knows it! I feel so incredibly blessed to have had him and can't imagine my life without him. Thank you, God, for unanswered prayers!
He may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autumn brings,
May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
He may be the beauty or the beast,
May be the famine or the feast,
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
He may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for in the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and the tears
And make them all my souveniers
For where He goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is He.
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