HOW GOD MADE LITTLE GIRLS

A speck of frills with a pinch of pink.

A touch of lace and and a dainty wink.

He mixed these in with a love for dance,

And heaps of laughter,some beauty perchance.

He added oodles more of joy and grace,

Then he put some dimples in just the right place.

As a final touch, HE included a curl

And with that HE smiled, for He had created a GIRL.

Written by: Wendy Lyn
~~As a parent of a daughter, I can feel the grief that this man and his wife must feel to know that she will never have her first kiss, her first wild and crazy crush on a boy, to miss that blush from we, as parents, like to tease our children of their 'one and only' FIRST, her first dance at her prom, no pictures on the wall or placed around the house of that 'always remembered' by her, the picture of the prom. To bring home the boy of her dreams, to meet Mom and Dad. That engagement ring, so special, that even as the jeweler made it, that she would always have the pride and love in her heart of knowing the love that the man she said "YES" to will never be. That ever so long walk down the aisle, with that special dress that was made for only her and how beautiful she would have been in that white wedding gown, to hear her Dad say, as he places her hand in the man she chose to make a life commentment with,to hear her loving dad say,while the one who gave birth to her watches as he says "Her mother and I" as he gives her away forever.
To feel that lump in our throats and wave as parents wave with a little bitty tear that always lets us down, as they roll away in their car on their honeymoon and know that you have lost that precious young child that you nurtured and loved and brought her up to know all the wrongs and rights to the young man who grew up beside her perhaps, or across town, or in another State, or in yet another country, but certainly to know that in that one honeymoon night that your daughter is losing her childhood to the man in her life now, another man to share her life with now besides her Dad, and to see her smiling face come rolling back into your driveway, after the honeymoon, only to know that the child you raised to have all the "right stuff", come rolling back home to tell her Mom and Dad, "Hey, I love him, and everything is going to be all right."
While we remember the times of her life, the moment she came into this world by the woman who sweat blood, sweat, and tears, only to hear that first cry of life that only a MOM knows and can not wait to see if all the fingers and toes are there and what color her eyes are and the 2:00 a.m. feedings, and thinking, "Will this child, ever sleep through the night?" That sleepy eyed Mom, come morning light to start all over again, with formulas, bottles, and feedings throughout the day... that endless change of clothes and diapers, only to see her bloom and blossom into the beautiful young lady she only had a small chance to become. For this I give to her mother, the understanding of one who has been there before.
I know you remember seeing that little girl in front of you, as a small child in perhaps a pony tail or just endless rings of hair of a shinning little head with ribbons and bows, of Easter egg hunts, and Christmas's long ago.
My heart goes into and out to Mr. and Mrs.George Strait and the loss of their daughter. May they find Peace and Comfort in knowing that one day they shall meet again, in that land, where none of us will ever grow old. HEAVEN !!!

AND A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR 'BUBBA' STRAIT.