God's Precious Gift

When I first held you in the hospital room, I just stood there, awed.

You were my baby girl, a piece of Heaven, a gift sent to me from God.

You're sixteen today, half a woman now.

I blink once and you're grown, somehow.

Today's your wedding day and I'm holding back tears, which sure is tough.

I'll be honest, no matter whom 'he' is, I'll never think him good enough.

So many things I wish I'd said or done, did I do right by you?

You assure me I did, and tell me, "Daddy, I love you."