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Song Credit: Joe Crocker, “You Are So Beautiful”
In the stillness of the night, when the world slumbers under a veil of dreams, a father stands alone in his newborn’s nursery, a bastion of quiet devotion. The light oak floors beneath his feet murmur softly with each step, the wide planks resonating with the tired tenderness that settled deep within his enervated body. The room is a sanctuary of gentle hues—floral wallpaper graces the walls, three of them adorned with delicate designs that whisper of innocence and beginnings. The fourth wall, painted a soft eggshell white, cradles a window where rose pink drapes hang heavy, shielding the room from the night’s secrets.
You are so beautiful To me
The crib, an ornate white vessel, stands at the heart of the room, a sanctuary for the fragile life cradled within. Light from the hallway streams into the nursery, broad and comforting, shaping the father’s shadow. His dark presence hovers over the cradle, a guardian in the dim glow, with one side of his face gently lit, while the other is shrouded in silent contemplation. He gazes down at his sleeping baby girl, her breath a soft, steady rhythm, the gentle rise and fall of her tiny chest a delicate metronome that soothes the tremors of his uncertain heart.
You are so beautiful To me Can't you see
His wife lies in a restless sleep, her mind ensnared in the lingering shadows of postpartum depression. The weight of this silent burden has settled onto his shoulders, strong yet wearied by the relentless tide of days that blur seamlessly into nights, each one a continuation of the last. Responsibility and dutiful love have become his constant companions. He moves through the hours, sleep-deprived and teetering on the brink of lucidity, his hair tousled, his eyes bloodshot, their lids heavy desperately crying for restful relief.
You're everything I hoped for You're everything I need
He yawns, a deep, soul-baring sigh, yet his gaze remains steadfast upon the crib. In this tender, fragile moment, he is engulfed by a love so fierce it frightens him. It is a love that rekindles his sense of purpose, filling him with a dire desire to be better, to be more than he ever thought he could be. But with this love comes a flood of insecurities, a torrent of doubt that threatens to drown him. He fears he is not enough, that his own flaws and the unspoken battles within their home will somehow seep into the innocence of this precious soul. His own childhood was not warmed by the glow of unconditional affection, and the fear that he might not be able to give what he never received gnaws relentlessly at him.
You are so beautiful to me To me
The father leans in close to the crib, his voice trembling as fragile hopes and fears spill out like whispered prayers. "I wish I could be the father you need, you deserve. I never imagined how challenging this would be. Every part of me longs to retreat to the familiar world of work, where everything is comfortable, seemingly within my control. But here, I feel lost. I’m scared I will fail you, or worse, that I won’t be there when you need me, and one day, you’ll resent me for it." His weary eyes glisten, and tears begin to flow down his cheeks.
You are so beautiful To me
Wiping them away, he whispers, “I promise to love you the best I can.”
The baby stirs, her tiny form wriggling beneath the soft blanket, a cry rising from the depths of her peaceful slumber. The father’s heart tightens, but he moves with a practiced tenderness, cradling her in his arms. She is so small, so warm against his chest, her cries softly muffled as he begins to sway, his dulcet sibilance “shhh… shhh…” flowing in a rhythm that echoes the slow, comforting rock of the chair beside the crib.
You are so beautiful To me Can't you see
Minutes stretch out like the delicate pause between breaths, and slowly, her cries quiet, her soft body melting back into the warmth of his arms. Her eyelids flutter, then close, returning her to the world of dreams where she is safe, where his fears cannot reach her. He holds her for a moment longer, savoring the sweet scent of her, the softness of her skin against his, before he gently places her back in the crib. He lingers, pressing a kiss to her forehead, a seal of his silent vows, before stepping back into the shadows, leaving her to the serenity of sleep.
You're everything I hoped for You're everything I need You are so beautiful to me