When you were a baby, I used to sing a song. Especially on some long and dark nights when we were alone. It’s a Bob Marley song and a long, long time ago when I was littler and believe it, younger, I had it on record.
Anyway. My point is, that that song got us through lots of long nights. Nights when you were sick. Nights when you didn’t want me and wanted your dad. Nights when I considered myself lucky to be able to hold you and sing that little song because so many people in the world would give anything to be like me.
Today, I can’t wait to go home and decorate the Christmas tree with you because, you told me this morning that that’s what you would like to do tonight.
Today, I can’t wait to go home and see you and hear your stories from the day.
Tonight, I will sing that song for you again when I tell you that, unfortunately, as we always knew, some people’s priorities and agendas don’t list you at the top of the list.
But, Baby, Don’t worry about a thing. ‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright.
Because your name sits right at the top of my list.
Never, ever forget that.
If I could tell you a million times a day that I love you, I would. And hells, tonight, I will try to.