He wanders through the isles of the all-night grocery store
She ate up all the watermelon, and now she wants some more
You hear him muttering under his breath, "Just eight more months to go,
Then no more fights, no more waking up nights, no more
'Off to the store I go!
On Baby Day"
She sits at home, her back is in pain from standing up all day
Her ankles are swollen, her legs cry in grief, as quietly you hear her say,
"Just six more months till all of this ends, and I am finally free
From all of this pain, from all this weight gain.
How wonderful it will be
On Baby Day"
She runs through the isles of little doll clothes, taking one of each
25 pair of shoes, at least 1 million socks, and a stroller, "Hey, it was cheap"
Cart after cart gets filled with toys, as Grandma says very clear,
"No grandchild of mine is going unspoiled.
Now what do you think of these here?"
For Baby Day
He sits calmly by and watches it all, carrying a smug little grin
He's been through it all, he knows how it is. He's done it time and again
As Grandpa watches the rush and the fuss, a smile brightens his face
"They think it's hard now, but in four months they'll really be put in their
place"
On Baby Day
Well the months fly by, till everyone knows
The day has almost arrived
They're waiting to see what the baby will show
They all want to be surprised
On Baby Day
Mom hopes for blue eyes, with little blond curls
Dad wants a good throwing arm
Grandma would die for twin little girls
Grandpa'll just be glad that it's born
On Baby Day
But all of the praying for upcoming years
Through all of the pain, the fighting and tears
And all that they've been through, all that they've done
Their journey has just begun
On Baby Day
Affectionately dedicated to Timothy Alexander McRae,
The beginning of a new generation. Good Luck kid, I love you.
