It was a happy time, 
A gentle embrace of seasons shifting, 
The snow falls softly, blanketing the earth, 
As if the world itself is taking a deep breath; 
The summer left, its warmth fading into memory, 
And the Autumn shows her vibrant colors

Leaves swirling like confetti in the crisp air, 
A worried heart beats beneath the surface, 
An echo of uncertainty in a child’s laughter; 
A troublesome child, full of wild dreams and boundless energy, 
Chasing shadows and creating chaos in every corner—

Yet amidst the whirlwind, there is a caring daddy, 
With arms strong enough to hold the world together; 
His laughter mingles with the rustling leaves,  
A soothing balm for a restless spirit— 
It was a memory etched in time, a snapshot of joy. 

A beautiful problem called a child, 
With all their questions and messy adventures; 
Each moment a puzzle piece fitting imperfectly, 
Yet creating a picture rich with love and life—

A happy family just with daddy, 
In this cocoon of warmth and tenderness; 
Even when worries cloud the horizon like storm clouds,  
There’s beauty in the chaos, a symphony of existence.

In those fleeting days when innocence reigned supreme,  
We danced through seasons with laughter as our guide;  
With snowflakes falling like whispered secrets from above,  
We built castles from dreams and memories intertwined.  

The world outside may have been cold and uncertain—  
But within our little haven, love flourished fiercely;  
For every tear shed held a lesson learned,  
And every embrace wrapped us in reassurance.  

I remember how we’d gather by the fire’s glow,  
Sharing stories as flames flickered like our hopes;  
Each laugh echoed against walls adorned with memories—  
A testament to resilience in the face of life’s challenges.  

So here I stand now, reflecting on those days gone by—  
Recognizing that happiness often lies within imperfections;  
For even in worry and trouble there is grace to be found—  
In every heartbeat of our little family story.  

Let us cherish those moments—the happy times we shared—  
For they are threads woven into the fabric of who we are;  
And though seasons may change and life may take us far away— 
The love we built will forever remain close to our hearts.  

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-Gifttaylor