56. “Butterfly Kisses,” by Bob Carlisle

Today”She’ll change her name. She will make a vow, and I also’ll offer her away. Standing when you look at the bride space simply staring at her, she asked me personally the things I’m thinking and I also stated ‘I’m unsure, we simply feel i am losing my infant woman.’ Then she leaned over and provided me with butterfly kisses, along with her mama here. Sticking little white flowers all up inside her locks. ‘Walk me down the aisle daddy, it is simply time. Continue reading →