Saturday, February 27, 2010

Sleeping Beauty...

Hey Girls,
Somewhat of a follow up to yesterday...Just wanted to instill the awesomeness (not sure that's actually a word) of your innocence. It's priceless!

CAUTION: Moms/Dads/and Kanakomo girls, get a tissue before reading below. I'm so serious, go get one right now...pause...okay, now you can read.

Dear daughter,
I tiptoed in your room tonight and I looked down at
you smilin' in your sleep.
You were so lovely my heart nearly broke;
and I thought how much like Sleeping Beauty a little girl is.
When I tuck you in at night I never know
how old you'll be when you wake.
One evening you crawl on your dad's lap
and throw your arms around his neck,
the next morning you might be
much too grown up for that sort of thing.

You're so quickly approaching the awkward age,
too young to drive the car and yet too old
to be carried in the house half asleep on daddy's
shoulder. I have a secret that I've never told you,
Sleeping Beauty, you're going on a very exciting trip.
You'll travel from yesterday all
the way to tomorrow.
It's a rapid journey and you'll travel light,
leaving behind you - measles,
mumps, freckles, bumps, bubble gum and me.
I promise not to feel too hurt when you
discover that the world is more
important than your daddy's lap.
Yesterday you were blue jeans and pig tails,
the neighborhood's best tree climber.
Tomorrow you'll be blue organdy and
pony tails and you'll view the world
from a loftier perch - a pair of high heel shoes.

Yesterday you could mend a doll's broken leg
with a hug; tomorrow you'll be able to break a
young man's heart with a kiss. Humh! Humh!
Yesterday you could get lost one aisle away
from me at a supermarket - now I have to worry
about losing you down another aisle
to some strange young man. You see,
just at the point where you're
growing pains stop, mine begins. Yesterday
you were kind of a pain in the neck
when you were around, tomorrow you'll
be an ache in my heart when your not.
Tomorrow you'll lay aside your jump rope
and tie up the telephone lines
and that little boy that used to push you in the mud;
well, he'll fight to sit out a dance with you.
The clock is countin' the minutes for you and the
sky upstairs is savin' its' brighest stars; -
and the sun is waitin' with its' shiniest day.

Oh I, I can't expect you to live in a doll house forever.
Sooner or later, the butterfly sheds it's cocoon
and the smallest bird must try its wings.
But when you grow up and out of my arms;
when you finally get too big for my
shirts, I'll still recall how you used
to scatter dust and dolls and partially
through ev'ry room in the house;
but you spread sunshine too. The dust is
settled, your mom picked up the dolls; -
but the sunshine will always fill
the corners of our hearts.
So, here I am talking in your sleep, because,
well if you saw this look on
my face, you'd laugh and if I spoke
with this lump in my throat, I'd cry.
Yea! honey when I looked at you tonight you
were a Sleeping Beauty.
So, I tiptoed over and I kissed you -
you didn't wake up, I knew you wouldn't.
According to the legend only the handsome
young prince can open your eyes
and I'm just the father of the future bride.

So you sleep on pretty thing, tomorrow you'll wake
and you'll be a young lady and you won't even realize
that you've changed courses in the middle
of a dream. But you might notice a little change in me;
I'll look a little different somehow.
A little sadder, a little wiser, but a whole lot richer.
Tonight, I kissed a princess and I feel like a king.
Recorded by Jimmy Dean
Written by L. Markes
Well, I'm in tears now...going to hold my precious Lulu....forever.

Be awesome & love Jesus,

Kanakuk Ashley Robbins


seriouslymere said...

why didn't you encourage us all to play "somewhere over the rainbow" while we read that?!

Bethany said...

Ashley, you should check out this blog about one of my friends, a beautiful girl with a wonderful family who has showed the love of God with extreme strength as she has battled cancer. The most resent post has a video from the local news station that sort of tells her story and has her mother talking about being a mother with a child who has cancer. It is really inspiring. The address is: