
Verse1
I dreamed of you both
long before your time—
brushing my babydoll’s hair,
pretending they were mine.
Dressing them in tiny outfits,
taking them on little walks,
in my small and tender voice,
speaking how a mother talks.
Chorus
Oh, my sweet daughters,
what a gift you are to me.
Becoming your mama
is the one thing
I always wanted to be.
Lucky me.
Verse 2
Holding your tiny hands,
with just my fingertips.
When you’d look up and smile,
my heart would do backflips.
Every tear you cried
fell inside my own heart too—
and any pain you felt,
I wished I could take for you.
Chorus
My growing daughters,
what a gift you are to me.
Being your mama
is the one thing
I always wanted to be.
Lucky me.
Verse 3
Now we’re sharing clothes,
and we argue about rules.
Your daddy and I are hoping
we’ve given you loving tools—
so when life pulls you far,
your compass holds its course,
and when your wells run dry,
you’ll come home to the source.
Bridge
I will go to my grave
knowing I lived the best life—
not for riches or for fame,
but for being Mom,
and being wife.
Final Chorus
Oh, my sweet daughters,
what a gift you have given me.
Becoming your mama
is the one thing
I always hoped that I’d be.
Lucky me.
Lucky me.