Butterfly Kisses

January 5, 2010

Butterfly Kisses (Westlife)

It was early morning when I woke up early to fill-up the immigration forms on our way to Macau for the Christmas day mass. The winter morn sky was dark and only a soft warm lamp illuminated the desk I was writing on.

 

First, I wrote on my China departure form, then for my wife and the final one for Zek.

Hmmm, there was one spare form on the desk.

 

Next, I filled-up the Macau entry and health declaration forms for us.

Alas, there was another excess set of forms on the table.

 

Finally, I completed our China entry and health declaration forms.

Still, there was exactly one extra set left.

 

I suddenly felt the sadness tugging my heart.

 

All those extra forms were subconsciously meant to be filled up for our departed beloved Maia.

And just I started to miss her a lot again at that particular cold and dark Christmas morning.

 

Today is Maia  3^rd birthday.

 

Happy birthday to you, Maia with all our love.

We know that your heavenly celebration will be great and grandeur.

Your mommy will make a simple pudding cake for us because she knows you also like these.

 

Years ago, I heard this song of Bob Carlisle and I just loved it eversince.

It even became a sentimental favorite three years ago after my wife gave birth to Maia.

So it was not a surprise for me at all that Maia loved and was always amazed with butterflies.

She would stare endlessly at them until they flew far away from sight.

 

 

Butterfly kisses
Bob Carlisle

There’s two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven, and she’s daddy’s little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night, she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all the joy in my life,
Oh, but most of all…

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
“Walk beside the pony, daddy, it’s my first ride.”
“I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried.”
Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet sixteen today,
She’s looking like her mother a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember…

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
“You know how much I love you, daddy, but if you don’t mind,
I’m only going to kiss you on the cheek this time.”
Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.

She’ll change her name today.
She’ll make a promise and I’ll give her away.
Standing in the bedroom just staring at her,
she asked me what I’m thinking, and I said “I’m not sure,
I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl.” Then she leaned over… and gave
me…

Butterfly kisses, with her mother there, stickin little white flowers all up in her hair
“Walk me down the aisle, daddy, it’s just about time”
“Does my wedding dress look pretty, daddy?” “Daddy, don’t cry.”
Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses..

a every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses at night…

 

To listen to Westlife’s rendition of this song, please check this link - http://www.roomp3.com/mp3-1101-Westlife_-Butterfly_Kisses.html