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My Little Princess

You know I never believed in love at first sight
Until the day I first held you in my arms
Through the lightning storms I’d come to you
And I’d hold you tight
I vowed to keep you safe from any harm

And with a paper crown, you blew out your first candle
Such a lovely girl so different from the rest
And on that day I prayed you would always stay
My little princess…

I wrote that song when you were six months old, Erika. It was a rough and scary time for all of us as things were touch & go with you. A dumbass babysitter decided to give you a bath and left you in a room with a window open as your mom and I went out for dinner on a cold February night. We spent Valentine’s day in Schenider’s Children’s Hospital, after your tiny little heart and lungs were failing on you from pneumonia.

They weren’t sure you were going to make it, and we never celebrated Valentine’s Day again.

But you’re a fighter, aren’t you?

The song was about a father looking back as his little girl grew up before his eyes, and walking her down the aisle on her wedding day. I refused to accept losing you either. Of course you weren’t too crazy about the song I wrote. You preferred me singing the Barney “I Love You” song on all those sleepless nights we spent together feeding you a bottle, instead.

At five you pushed for your own website, by six I had you modeling for a kid’s furniture website.
Today, you’ve officially become a teenager. Not a trace of asthma, no nebulizer for years now. Perfectly normal and healthy as can be.

I couldn’t be any more proud of you if I tried, sweetie. And I can’t picture my world without you.

Happy Birthday, Rikki.
Love, Daddy.

This entry was posted on Monday, January 2nd, 2006 at 2:36 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.

10 Responses to “My Little Princess”

1. Raven Says:
   January 2nd, 2006 at 4:46 pm

   That’s a beautiful tribute and birthday gift. You’re such a great dad!

   Happy Birthday, Erika!

2. ~T~ Says:
   January 2nd, 2006 at 5:42 pm

   Happy Birthday Erika!

   *I realize it was years ago, but did anyone else reading this want to find and strangle the babysitter?*

3. Dawn Says:
   January 2nd, 2006 at 5:55 pm

   Happy birthday, Erika!

   *Hanging head as she admits that she, too, had murderous thoughts about the babysitter*

4. -=e=- Says:
   January 2nd, 2006 at 6:49 pm

   Yeah, I’d say that pretty much ended our friendship with the babysitter. (Believe it or not, this wasn’t some 15 year old kid, she was a mother of 2).

5. Erika Says:
   January 2nd, 2006 at 10:40 pm

   Aww daddy thanks i love u soo much.

6. Jeanna Says:
   January 3rd, 2006 at 12:08 am

   That is such a sweet tribute to her -

   and Happy Birthday Erika!

7. Miranda Says:
   January 3rd, 2006 at 12:58 am

   Happy Birthday Erika!
   What a beautiful young woman your turning into, hon!

8. Nikka Says:
   January 3rd, 2006 at 8:42 am

   Happy Birthday Erika!

   I hope that you had a very lovely day yesterday!

9. Old Comedywriter Says:
   January 3rd, 2006 at 10:31 pm

   Dude, all other stuff aside, that was excellent. After seeing my wife wind up in the emergency room 10 days ago with respiratory failure, I know what it means to see a loved one gasping for breath. The world needs more dads like you, bro - guys who can take charge of raising kids under difficult circumstances AND write songs about it as well.

10. Desiree Says:
    January 3rd, 2006 at 10:48 pm

    Ahhh… very touching Birthday Tribute - what a good Daddy, your love is very evident.

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY Erika!

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