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When I heard the news of you, I did the things most Daddies do. I opened up my heart so wide, for you to have a place inside.
As each day passed, I'd think of you, I'd watch you grow, I was expecting to.
I tried to imagine the person you'd be, would you look or act like me?
I thought of the things that we would do, the times we'd share, just us two.
I would give you piggyback rides, push your swing, and watch you slide.
I would teach you how to ride a bike, catch your first ball, throw your first strike.
I would hold your hand in mine, be your protector, strong yet kind. I would be your hero and friend, give love and advice on which you'd depend.
I will always remember the day you were born, I cradled a miracle, small and warm. What words I had were scarce and few, a tear and a smile were the best I could do.
Life gave me a moment, precious and rare, bursting with pride, excitement and care. I promised you then, all that I had. See, you were my son and I was your  Dad.
When I heard the news of you, I did the things most Daddies do. I opened my heart so wide, where you will always have a place inside.