|The one who has her daddy's brown eyes|
|And my curly hair.|
|My baby who my other babies adore and look up to.|
|The one who greeted Kindergarten holding daddy's hand with eyes wide and a beaming smile.|
|My baby who's growing more and more into my precious little girl,|
particularly on a day like today.
|Oh! And how did these two survive??|
|They held down crazy quite well without her.|