She's the giver I wish I could be
And the stealer of the covers
She's a picture in my wallet
Of my unborn children's mother
She's the hand that I'm holding
When I'm on my knees and praying
She's the answer to my prayer
And she's the song that I'm playing

She's a soft place to land
And a good feeling knowing
She's a warm conversation
That I wouldn't miss for nothing
She's a fighter when she's mad
And she's a lover when she's loving

                                                          - Brad Paisley

She's my beautiful Jennifer. She's everything to me. Like the song says, to talk about her I could go on and on. But I haven't been lately. I've been talking on and on about our little baby. But Jennifer will always be my first princess.

What did I ever do to deserve a girl like her?

I've had to grow into this whole baby thing. It wasn't too long ago that I didn't care for them much. I mean, I thought they were cool and all... you know... they served their purpose. I guess I wasn't comfortable around them. There were always these long, awkward silences.

I've changed a lot. I got to hold a newborn today. She was beautiful. Just between you and me, I started getting a little emotional for a while there. The little kid was just looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. She didn't know who I was or where I'd come from or what I'd done. She was there in my arms, giving me her complete trust. Of course she didn't have much of a choice, but she wasn't complaining either. At least not until she got hungry.

I wonder how it's going to be for me when I'm holding my own little girl. I think that first moment with her will be one that I'll never want to end. I've waited for so long to see her face. Longer than the 31 weeks my wife has carried her. Longer than I've been married. I've had few dreams, but she's always been one of them. Pretty girl, you and me are going to have lots of time to get to know each other.

I see myself looking into her eyes and getting lost there. I wonder if I'll make it back. Do I care? No. All I want to do is see her face and hold her in my arms.

As Brad Paisley put it. Oh love. You're the simple truth and you're the biggest mystery.