The Other Woman - Larnelle Harris
Time goes by…Much too fast
But the memories I have will always last
Like the risk of that first step
And the first word I heard her say
I knew she’d be the only other woman
That I could ever love this way
She’s become the other woman in my life
She’s the evidence of love
Between me and my wife
When she was a baby I held her
And as a young girl I watched her
Become the other woman in my life
Soon she’ll be on her own
Making choices she must live with all alone
But I pray she won’t forget what’s been the truth
Right from the start
She’ll always be that special little lady
That heaven placed into my heart
Watching her grow is like seeing a flower begin to bloom
As it follows the morning sun
And knowing that God’s not done
And knowing He’s just begun
She’s growing up and I love her so
She’s growing up and I love her so
But it’s almost time to let her go
She’s become the other woman in my life
She’s the evidence of love
Between me and my wife
When she was a baby I held her
And as a young girl I watched her
Become the other woman in my life
(lyrics end; back to bb)
Rebecca Anne Madaris is 19 years old this day. *jumps up & down in excitement*
She has been the other woman in my life ever since I watched her take her first breath. And she will remain the other woman until I take my last.
She now no longer resides in my house. *sighs* *composes self*
Yesterday, her big brother was sooooo excited when we brought her home. Today, she gets excited about going to a football game at her school, Mississippi State University. (And yeah...she does "get" the finer points of the game. Just this week, she was griping about the interceptions the QB there threw...)
Yesterday, she was "daddy's gull." Today...ok, she's still daddy's gull, though the nature of that has changed remarkably.
Yesterday, boys were kind of stupid. Today...they (we) still are, but now they're kind of fun to have around. And some have hung around over the past few years *narrows eyes menacingly* *smiles*
Yesterday, I didn't have the faintest clue how to raise a daughter. Today, I'm not sure I've caught a clue yet...but I'm sure trying hard to be a good distance-Dad, & am enjoying the difficult journey immensely!
Yesterday, she was all potential and dreams. Today, some of that potential & some of those dreams have already been realized, but she still has enormous potential and still dreams big dreams. I dream big dreams for her.
Yesterday, she got excited when I came home from work. Today, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp,...
Yesterday, I was her favorite singer. Today, it's John Mayer, or Dave Matthews, or some rap star. *smile*
Yesterday, she was "daddy's gull." Today...ok, she's still daddy's gull, though the nature of that has changed remarkably.
Yesterday, boys were kind of stupid. Today...they (we) still are, but now they're kind of fun to have around. And some have hung around over the past few years *narrows eyes menacingly* *smiles*
Yesterday, I didn't have the faintest clue how to raise a daughter. Today, I'm not sure I've caught a clue yet...but I'm sure trying hard to be a good distance-Dad, & am enjoying the difficult journey immensely!
Yesterday, she was all potential and dreams. Today, some of that potential & some of those dreams have already been realized, but she still has enormous potential and still dreams big dreams. I dream big dreams for her.
Yesterday, she got excited when I came home from work. Today, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp,...
Yesterday, I was her favorite singer. Today, it's John Mayer, or Dave Matthews, or some rap star. *smile*
OK, I'll stop now. just swapped a few text messages with the other woman in my life.
Happy Birthday, Anne!! I love you more than my meager writing skills can say!
Tatusz
(yeah...it's blurry...but it's one of my favorite pics of us. Taken @ the MSU BSU when Tony spoke earlier this term. And yes, if you're wondering...I am *very* proud of that shirt! If she had gone to Notre Dame *shudders* I would've been proud of that shirt too...Thanks for wondering!)
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