Last night, sweet Emara, you woke up just after you went to bed.
You got two hours of sleep then decided to lift your head.
You screamed and screamed and yelled out our names
And we finally gave in.
T’was too early in the night to get no sleep again.
Two times we brought you to our bed, two times, you sat and chirped.
You said TV! And Play! And Toes! And pulled on Daddy’s shirt.
What did Daddy do, each time you came to bed?
He gently rubbed your tummy and kissed your little head.
“Go night night now, baby girl”, he would whisper to the sky.
And when you settled down a bit, it was back to bed for another try.
But you woke again at 3am with a vengeance in your screams.
And up we jumped, both hearts racing, startled right out of our dreams.
This time, mommy was sleepy. So sleepy she could cry. Or mumble and maybe grumble and let out lots of sighs.
But daddy? What did daddy do that third time around?
He did not cry or mumble, no, he made a different sound.
At first, maybe I thought that my ears were still ringing.
But, no, what I heard was real, it was your daddy singing.
Instead of crying or pouting or grumbling, like what mommy really wanted to do.
Daddy scooped you up, rocked back and forth and hummed his songs to you.
Finally, yes finally, you settled and went nigh-nigh.
When he came back to bed, thirty minutes had gone by.
Why am I saying this? Re-telling last night’s event?
Because, my little one, its daddy’s birthday today, and last night was his first present.
But before you get upset and think I am trying to be mean.
I want you to know that the entire time, he never made a scene.
In fact, I saw him smile quite a few times in the night. I never heard a grumble, it was a really beautiful sight.
You see, my love, your daddy wished for years and years and years.
To have a reason to wake up in the night and calm a baby’s fears.
He told me last night that he is so happy to get older.
Because he has you, little bug, his precious little daughter.
So, Scott, on your birthday, I wanted to give honor.
To a patient man, a beautiful heart, a most amazing father.
A husband who is kind and sweet and gentle in his voice.
A wise man who, for our family, always makes the right choice.
I love you with a deeper love than I could ever express.
I could say a million things but will finally regress.
And just say Happy Birthday Scott, welcome to the land of thirtydom.
I say this with a grateful heart,
The best years are yet to come.