Written by Jeff Lathrop

Born on my best day, about ten years ago, high in the mountains with some fresh winter snow
I had to smile at you, small as a pea, my little Rylee Marie

You could be a handful, I didn't want you any other way, from writting on the walls to quitting ballet
I love who you are, and I love who you'll be, my little Rylee Marie

Your mama felt that she needed to go, so you moved away now I can't watch you grow
but we talk every day, just you and me, my little Rylee Marie

Honey I couldn't be more proud, of the girl that you are, from trying hard at school to learning guitar
I'll alway love you, and I know you love me, my little Rylee Marie

I know the summers we're together seem all too short, from camping at the lake or building a fort
we'll be together again soon, just wait and see, my little Rylee Marie

Don't cry sweetheart, it's not that bad, your mama loves you and so does your dad.
I'll always need you as much as you need me, my little Rylee Marie

Born on my best day, about ten years ago, high in the mountains with some fresh winter snow
I had to smile at you, small as a pea, my little Rylee Marie