Baby kisses blossom into sweet, infectious laughter,
In the beauty of their mother-daughter play,
So few and precious are the moments, spent together now forever,
On the eve of being one, a special day;
Our chocolate truffle torte slid down a tin shack by the lava,
Into Caty’s hands and then our hungry lips,
For the birthday baby girl, it’s been a year can you believe it,
On the eve of being one, how cool is this;
Steak and mushrooms goddess perfect, and a smooth New Zealand red,
Raised the blowout to an even higher peak,
Giggling, chuckling, howling, snorting; with a pinch of whoopy shrieking,
On the eve of being one, now cheek to cheek;
Halestorm entering behind us, “Dear Daughter” squeezing out the tears,
At the party of the cutest little girl,
Who shakes her baby booty wildly, reaching up to grab my iPhone,
On the eve of being one, a timeless twirl;
With my heart around her finger, and my love around her life,
I’ll be there in every measure that I can,
To help her see her mother clearly, how very happy life can be,
On the eve of being one, a thankful man;
Baby kisses blossom into sweet, infectious laughter,
In the beauty of their mother-daughter play,
So few and precious are the moments, spent together now forever,
On the eve of being one, a special day,
So few and precious are the moments, spent together now forever,
On the eve of being one, a special day,
On the eve of being one, a special day.
