I didn't want my wedding day and not to have you here.
I didn't want to say I do and not to see you near.
So I took some time to write some words to include you in our day.
We're in our hearts and in our thoughts in a very special way.
I guess I find the man who cares for me like you, who wants to be around my whole life through.
He loves me for me and I love him for him.
Dad, he makes me happy, he makes me smile and grin.
I wish he could have met.
Although I think he would be scared to meet Papa's morph, he knew he would be dared.
He's not a joker, but he'll have a laugh. He's not a tosser, but he's quite daft.
Like when he let the sun block brother in his face, he packed it on like toothpaste.
Sweat and paste rolled in his eyes, stinging like he walked into a beehive.
Not mentioning the blindness, he couldn't say. Had to cling on to me.
That's what I need. I need a balance.
To be too serious would be a challenge.
When life starts to weigh me down, Karen is there to play the crown.
And when life's pressures seems to blind them,
I'll be there to help guide him.
Dad, it's like my horse ran the race and came and climbed up for his plane.
He doesn't play football. He never plays the bet.
The family gave him a third degree when they first met.
He passed the flying colors after about five years.
They let him into the circle after he bought around the beers.
Asperity and loss, they made me one of their own.
Now when you call me, it's Mrs. Jillian Sloan.
