I will never forget the day that my daughter was born.
Tiffany was born with severe heart complications.
They told her mother and I, that she wouldn't live more than one year.
Seven years later, our little Tiffany was still alive.
A few days after she was born while we were visiting her in the hospital
all she did was cry. No one could make her stop crying.

Her mother passed her to me.
"Here, Honey...maybe she'll stop crying for you."

I stood there with her nestled in my arms,
looking down upon her distorted little face.

Tiffany's teary eyes opened. She took one look at me.
She immediately stopped crying. She smiled for me.
Then she closed her eyes...and she fell fast asleep.

A few days later we took our baby home.
She spent most of her days tucked into her cozy bed.

When she got older while she was there,
I spent all of my days kneeling at her bedside,
poking fairy tales at her giggles.

One day she looked up at me from her fluffy pink pillow.
Her eyes were blinking like twinkling stars.

"Daddy, are you God?"
"Who? Me? No no no, my dear. I'm far from being God."
"Then why do you look like God?"

"Me? I look like God?"
"It's your eyes, Daddy. I can see your heavenly love for me in them."

"You can?"
"Yep. I can remember the first time I saw that look."
"You can?"
"Yep. That was a long time ago."

"A long time ago?"
"Yep. Seven years to be exact."

"You can remember that day in the hospital?"
"Yep. I'll never forget that day, Daddy."

I was mesmerized. hypnotized, I was spellbound, speechless.

Tiffany giggled.
"Now you look like, Daddy."

"I do?"

"Yep. God wouldn't look dumfounded and all."
We hugged and laughed, hugged and laughed, hugged and laughed.

There came a joyful expression on her face.
She relaxed her head down in her fluffy pink pillow.
She looked sleepy.

"Daddy, I want to be with you for ever and ever."
Her eyes looked in my eyes. My eyes looked in her eyes.
"I'm coming home, Daddy. Now. So I can be with you.
I'll see you there...okay?"

"Okay."

Tiffany smiled for me. She closed her eyes...and she fell fast asleep.

Today...is two years later. I have not missed a single day visiting her.
I carry a new tear stained bouquet of flowers every day,
to place at her grave.

Her baby face has been etched on her tombstone.
Her eyes looks in my eyes. My eyes looks in her eyes.

And she smiles for me