No more butterfly kisses
by Chief Alchemist a.k.a Wiley Chin - April 7, 2009 Posted: 7:13:00 PM EDT

How time flies.

It seems like yesterday I've a little baby girl who wouldn't sleep, and driving me nuts with her incessant crying. It seems like yesterday when she got so excited taking her first few steps that she walked in circle and then fell down, knocking her head on the wooden walkway at Avillion, PD.

It is like last week that she was dressed for school for the first time, looking cute in her navy blue pinafore dress over a crisp white shirt. It is like last month when I will drive her to ballet classes every Saturday afternoon; her hair bunned, her little body wrapped in a cream camisole leotard and her legs in white tights, with two little pink ballet shoes.  

My little girl  has grown up.      

I wish I can slow down Time but I know enough to simply look forward to sharing my life with her.  


There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank God for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair;
'Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride.'
'I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried.'
In all that I've done wrong I know I must have done something right
to deserve a hug every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
'You know how much I love you, Daddy,
But if you don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.'
With all that I've done wrong I must have done something right
to deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time, like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly, spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking
and I said 'I'm not sure
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl.'
She leaned over...
Gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
'Walk me down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time.'
'Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy?
Daddy, don't cry!'

Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.

I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses. 

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Wiley Chin
Chief Alchemist
XiMnet Malaysia Sdn. Bhd.

An alchemist of the Internet and marketing strategies, leading the charge to put our creative and software talents into serving companies who are out to slay the global giants. Also known as Chief of Caffeine Consumption and hallucinates between projects. Yes, that accounts for his “giant slaying” stuff.

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