B is for Butterfly Kisses

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B is for Butterfly Kisses. This song speaks alot about my life. Much of who my daddy was, and Much of who he wasn’t. Yes, I wasn’t his real daughter, but he loved me just as much as I think he ever could.
I was Daddy’s little girl!

Where the song mirrors my life:

  • We’d always say good night to each other. We had a special little game “I love you more, I loveyou more-er, I love you mostest”
  • He taught me how to take those little white flowers that grow as weeds in your lawn and tie them together to make beautiful bracelets.
  • When I was very young, we had a horse named Blaze and a few others. I have a very vague memory of me up on the horse with Dad walking next to me.
  • Dad made the bestest chocolate mayo cakes. Before he’d bake them, even if they weren’t for a special day, he would draw my name in the cake.
  • By the time I was 16, my Dad and I had been living on our own, after my Mother walked out on us. I didn’t have a sweet 16, by then I was taking on the responsibility and work to support us both. But I was still his little girl
  • My dad died 2 weeks before my wedding. I missed having him walk me down the aisle.
  • And above all, He did many things wrong, but he did one thing right, and that was letting me know, that he loved me, and I was his precious baby girl.

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 of the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all …
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer,
Sticking little white flowers all up in 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 16 today …
She’s looking like her mama
A little more every day;

One part woman, the other part girl,

To perfume and make-up,
From ribbons and pearls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer,
Sticking 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 gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.”
With all that I’ve done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning
And butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time,
Oh, like the wind the years go by,
Precious butterfly …
Spread your wings and fly.


She’ll change her name today,
She’ll make a promise and I’ll give her away;
Standing in the bride room just staring at her,
She asks me what I’m thinking
And I said “I’m not sure …
I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl.”

Then she leaned over and gave me
Butterfly kisses with her mama there;
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.

“Walk me down the aisle Daddy …
It’s just about time;
Does my wedding gown look pretty Daddy?

Daddy don’t cry.”

Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong,
I must have done something right;
To deserve her love every morning
And butterfly kisses at night.

I couldn’t ask God for more …
Man, this is what love is;
I know I’ve got to let her go
But I’ll always remember every hug in the morning

And butterfly kisses at night …

~ Bob Carlisle ~

Dad?! I love you Mostest!

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “B is for Butterfly Kisses

  1. Wow that is a very nice tribute to your dad. I have that picture hanging in my kids’ room.. well mine doesn’t have the butterflies.

  2. Tina, that is the most beautiful thing I have read all day. (((Huggs))) my dear friend.

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