IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY,

AND MEMORIES A LANE,

I'D WALK RIGHT UP TO HEAVEN

AND BRING YOU HOME AGAIN

When I was pregant with Brooklynn, Ryan wouldn't even touch my stomach to feel the baby kick, I would have never guessed that after she was born, They would grow sucha tight bond.  They met for the first time when Brooklynn was about 8 weeks old.  The bond was not instant, but it grew everyday from then on. He loved that little girl like she was his own, He did everything for her.    They played such silly little games, and he taught her so much.   LIke how to give some one a wet willy, And act like a monkey. No one could even hold a candle to RyRy in her eyes.  He turned her into a little chef, and they would cook all kinds of things.  He showed her off to everyone, He was such a proud uncle. She was the daughter he never had, And he was the father she was lacking at the time, Due to the war in Iraq.  He always called her His Stinky, And to this day the nickname remains.