To see her small hands 

Stretch open wide 

And have a piece of lint 

Roll out of her palms,

To see such power 

In clutching insignificance 

For the entire day,

To see her laugh so hard 

That her pacifier 

Shoots right out of her mouth,

To see her lay on anyone's shoulders 

And drift off into sleep,

Just to wake up in our arms again.

 

That, my friends, 

That is the right way to live.