Wrote A Song About Her, Like To Hear It, Here It Go!

Wow, fatherhood, and before I know it! Like Jen, this nine months has gone for me much more quickly than I would have guessed. It seems like just a few weeks ago that I came home from the office and Jen handed me a small gift-wrapped box. I looked at her quizzically, and opened it. It looked like a thermometer to me, which was to say the least a bit confusing. Then I looked at the little window in it that said "pregnant," and believe it or not, I STILL didn't get it immediately. (I'm kinda slow like that sometimes...) Anyway, here we are now, likely less than two weeks from meeting her.

Speaking of meeting her (and the main reason I'm writing tonight), wrote a song about it. Like to hear it??? Here it go!!! (Please forgive the sound quality. I just recorded it really quickly on the live mic on mp3 player a few minutes ago.)

Click Here to Hear A Song For Carter

And here are the lyrics:

I can’t wait to meet you. Can’t wait to try to make you smile,
To hear you call me Daddy, just to hold you for a while,
To push that stroller down the street as the neighbors smile and stare.
And they look at you and ask me, “Ben who is that angel there???”
My baby girl, you are the sweetest little thing.
My baby girl, oh the joy to me you bring.

Yeah, you’re half black, half white, part sugar part spice.
For you I’d lay down my life. I wouldn’t even think twice.
Can’t wait to kiss you and hug you. Carter, I always will love you.
Nobody else but Jesus and Jen will ever, ever be put above you.
Words they cannot express the joy you’re bringing to me.
We had a family of two, now you’re makin’ it three.
You got a daddy who likes to rap, and also thinks he’s a singer.
Speaking of rap, you know you’ll have me cold wrapped around your finger.

CHORUS

Now Carter I love to play, so there’s comin’ a day
When I hope you learn to laugh at your daddy’s funny ways.
Just runnin’ out in the yard. Maybe you’ll play the guitar.
No matter what to me you’ll always be a bright-shinin’ star.
We’ll have some fun watchin’ Shrek. And then I’ll stick out my neck
Teaching you why you should respect both Ronald Reagan and Malcolm X.
And someday under the sun, I’m gonna have a little fun
Teachin’ you songs by Alan Jackson and rhymes by D.J. Run.

CHORUS

I’ll always answer your call, pick you up when you fall,
Wipe your skinned knees off, and help you stand up so tall.
All the things we can share, your burdens I’ll help you bear.
I guess what I’m sayin’ is no matter what daddy’ll be there.