She is the exception to the rule I made.
That rule being never fall in love.
It was no use, no matter how hard I fought…
I just kept falling…
Falling in love with her.

The marvelous thing is that I used to hate her.
The very thought of her used to disgust me,
But now it fills me with pure delight.
Will I ever be able to get her off my mind?

You try to explain to yourself “it’s just a phase”.
When in reality she’s all you ever think about.
All I know is that she’s what I think about while falling asleep.
She’s also the first thing I think of when I wake up.

For twenty years I’ve been afraid to ask her out.
On my twenty-first birthday I finally asked and she said,
“I was wondering how long I was gonna have to wait for you to ask”.
We were married two years later, but then she got in a car wreck five years later.

Can I survive without her by my side?
We call to hear her voice, but she can’t answer so we hear her through voicemail.
It might be days, even weeks or maybe longer, but we will get over her death.
You may be wondering why I say we, by that I mean our daughter and I.
She barely even knew her mom, she was three when her mom died.

At six o’clock most people are probably eating breakfast.
But I am in my daughter’s bedroom rocking her back to sleep after a nightmare.
She wakes up in a cold sweat, crying, probably her mom.
So I rock her and call her mom’s phone so she can hear her voice, then she falls back asleep.

When I leave for work at eight I wake her up to tell her good-bye.
The babysitter comes and plays with her while I’m at work.
Before I leave I tell my baby, “I’ll see you at five”.
When I come home her face lights up with so much joy.
I pay the babysitter $40 and she leaves.
The rest of my day is spent with my pride and joy.