There’s two things I know for sure. She was sent here from heaven, and she’s daddy’s little girl. As I drop to my knees by her bed at night, she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes. And I thank God for all the joy in my life, Oh, but most of all… Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer. Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair. “Walk beside the pony, daddy, it’s my first ride.” “I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried.” Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night. Sweet sixteen today, She’s looking like her mother a little more every day. One part woman, the other part girl. To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls. Trying her wings out in a great big world. But I remember… Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer. Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair. “You know how much I love you, daddy, but if you don’t mind, I’m only going to kiss you on the cheek this time.” Oh,