Baby girl, who doesn't seem so much like a baby anymore
Let me tell you a story about your father.
Your father didn't walk until he was 19 months old.
It wasn't that he couldn't, but rather that he wouldn't.
It's scary. You get up there, and you never know when you'll fall.
You never know when something is going to trip you up
When an obstacle will get in your way that you just didn't see coming
And so I crawled. It's much safer down there, where there's less to fall from.
There's also less to see, less to reach for, less to achieve.
So when I see you, little one year old, walking around that corner with confidence in your eyes
I can't help but well up with pride. You fly around these floors which you once crawled around
with a look on your face that says "Hey, what could possibly stop me now?"
Will you fall every now and then? Of course!
Will you get into mischief? I'd be worried if you didn't!
But don't let it stop you. Don't let it slow you.
Keep flying around corners with that proud look on your face
Keep beaming with confidence, even when you fall
I'll be here to pick you back up and tell you to keep going.
Learn from your falls, don't let them take over your actions.
Always know that you've made your father proud.
