This was written in 2003 when my Jadyn was just past her first birthday…

Elmo is red, diapers are white
You tuck her in bed, I’ll turn out the light
Well, no, there’s no wine, we can’t go catch a flick
We’ll stick close by home, after all, she was sick

I’m decked out in sweats, you’re covered in drool
How different is life under one-year-old rule?
Just look how it’s changed the way we converse
The topics we choose, how we no longer curse

Talk about teething, discuss the new rash
Those diapers are stinky, hon, take out the trash
I’ll give her a bath, you go get her jams
Not those, they’re itchy, the ones with the lambs

And when we’re alone, with a chance to sit back
You’d think we’d make up for the passion we lack
But when it occurs, what we most often find
Is we talk about HER, we can’t leave her behind

She’s soft and she’s sweet and she makes our world full
And we’ll always belong to her, body and soul