I cried.

Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet
Children squirming impatently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
Each student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one"
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offened her,
As she smiled up at her mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
"My daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.
Cause my daddy's always with me
Even though we are apart.
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart."
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
You see he was a fireman
And died just this past year.
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's like he never went away."
And then she closes her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they say before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy."
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far

- Unknown

patterns - free patterns - cocoknits by julie weisenberger

patterns - free patterns - cocoknits by julie weisenberger

some truly adorable patterns in here!

St. Patrick's Day!!!

Last night, in addition to being daylight savings time and totally screwing up my schedule, was the St. Patrick's Day party. While being rather boring, it also entailed super drunk adults, regular drinking, an egg fight, and zeppoles for St. Joseph's day. Good party did not start until after 11:00.

Daughters

It is my goal to memorize this and sing it perfectly by friday night. I think it's perfect.

I know a girl,

She puts the color inside of my world

But she's just like a maze

Where all of the walls all continually change

And I've done all I can

To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands

Now I'm starting to see

Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

CHORUS

Fathers, be good to your daughters

Daughters will love like you do

Girls become lovers who turn into mothers

So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin?

It's the same she's been standing in

Since the day she saw him walking away

Now she's left, cleaning up the mess he made

CHORUS

Fathers, be good to your daughters

Daughters will love like you do

Girls become lovers who turn into mothers

So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break

You'll find out how much they can take

Boys will be strong and boys soldier on

But boys would be gone without warmth from

A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man

Looking out for every girl

You are the God and the weight of her world

CHORUS

Fathers, be good to your daughters

Daughters will love like you do

Girls become lovers who turn into mothers

So mothers, be good to your daughters too

So mothers, be good to your daughters too

So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Hmm... WINNING!

Yes, I will use the terribly overused and misused word. Right now, I am WINNING. You see, I am half involved in eskapades, something I have been looking forward to for my entire highschool career, and instead have a influential role in a highly competitve drama competition piece that my school is performing with. I am WINNING. You can see my predicament- something that I have been looking forward to for years, I have to pass up participation, and instead work the backstage because the meetings are in conjunction with my rehearsals, and one of the performance dates is the same day as my competition. Yeah. WINNING. I have 2 1/2 dozen Girl Scout Cookies left, half of which i have to sell, the other half I have to deliver. WINNING. I have recently been reconnecting with my best friends... Zach went to Lady Gaga and I am insanely jealous, especially of his new haircut!!!!!! WINNING. And Julia and I have been doing fabulously at yoga every Monday, we are increasing our flexibility of schedule and body, and taking the hour to relax, and the hour before to gossip... which was particularly good Monday, and then Tuesday night turned sour. WINNING. So I had a migrane on Tuesday and was not there to help my best friend through her break up with her boyfriend of 3 1/2 years. WINNING. I feel just awful. The worst part: he broke up by letter, then she had to move out of the locker, meaning I have a new lockermate, and all of the Girl Scout Cookies are displaced to Mr. Johnson's room, AND I walked by their english class on my way to gym and she was turned away towards the window- and HE DIDN'T MOVE HIS SEAT!!! I mean come on! The girl had to move out of the locker that was originally HERS, and you won't even move your stinkin' seat? Another thing- she gave up Chocolate for lent!!!! She doesn't even have that to comfort her!!!!! I mean, there's still black raspberry ice cream and pizza- which is what we are doing on friday! WINNING. I'm also planning manicures and an amazing UPLIFTING chick flick- NOT P.S. I Love You, which was amazing!!! Its an amazing cry, not good for break ups. Julia's taking the National Italian Exam the next day, and she's allergic to my cats, so the night will not be a sleep over, which would be therapeutic, you know, out with bad energy, in with groggy sleep filled saturday! WINNING.

That guy just bugs the crap out of me.

Happy New Year!

I had an amazing time bringing in the new year of 2011 with shopping, friends, a Back to the Future marathon, Dick Clark, and toasting at midnight after watching the ball drop. Happy 2011!!!