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Iroczlover · 08-31-2010, 08:12 PM

My daughters birthday is today shes 12 & my son decided to write this.

To Annie
by Michael on Tuesday, August 31, 2010 at 5:33pm

She's twelve.... she freaking TWELVE! oh jeez... I miss the days when I would end up crawling into her bed when she was a baby, falling asleep beside her, when her whole hand fit around my finger, when I baby sat her... when I would pick her up and carry her on my shoulder, when she would call for me when there was no where else around, when she looked up to me and said she wanted to be like me, when she would follow me around and look at what I was doing, when we went to car shows and she always wanted to be with me. When she would run into my room bursting open the door when I'm half awake and demanding me to play with her, when we would sit in the living room and she would sit on my back then pound her fists against the back of my head... (one of the reasons I enrolled in Martial arts)

Now she's twelve.... Four years behind me, six years until she's on her own, into a world she doesn't quite understand... yet, she has her own style, her own life, for twelve years I have stood beside her and behind her and sometimes in front of her, waiting for her to fall, so she can stand again, together I have stood with my parents watching... waiting... wanting to see her succeed and fail, (sounds weird I know) so we can pick her up, dust her off and tell her to go after it again.

Please Annie, you only have a few more years to realize that this is only the beginning, and together Annie, you and I will grow and then go on our own ways.
Remember I’m Always willing to help, when you need it… and even when you don’t.

Michael

08-31-2010, 08:12 PM	#1
Iroczlover The Krazzy bytch Drives: Which car I have 9 vehicles? Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: Yelm, wa, Hell if I think about it to much Posts: 7,918	I hate my son My daughters birthday is today shes 12 & my son decided to write this. To Annie by Michael on Tuesday, August 31, 2010 at 5:33pm She's twelve.... she freaking TWELVE! oh jeez... I miss the days when I would end up crawling into her bed when she was a baby, falling asleep beside her, when her whole hand fit around my finger, when I baby sat her... when I would pick her up and carry her on my shoulder, when she would call for me when there was no where else around, when she looked up to me and said she wanted to be like me, when she would follow me around and look at what I was doing, when we went to car shows and she always wanted to be with me. When she would run into my room bursting open the door when I'm half awake and demanding me to play with her, when we would sit in the living room and she would sit on my back then pound her fists against the back of my head... (one of the reasons I enrolled in Martial arts) Now she's twelve.... Four years behind me, six years until she's on her own, into a world she doesn't quite understand... yet, she has her own style, her own life, for twelve years I have stood beside her and behind her and sometimes in front of her, waiting for her to fall, so she can stand again, together I have stood with my parents watching... waiting... wanting to see her succeed and fail, (sounds weird I know) so we can pick her up, dust her off and tell her to go after it again. Please Annie, you only have a few more years to realize that this is only the beginning, and together Annie, you and I will grow and then go on our own ways. Remember I’m Always willing to help, when you need it… and even when you don’t. Michael