Jess

You were my firstborn, a mighty strong wee boy

Arm wrestling the grown men and bringing me such joy

You had a gift for drawing, putting art upon the page

And a grip that wouldn't quit, no matter what your age

You used to point at diggers, called 'em "boogie dipu" then

Now you run those heavy tracks alongside working men

Oh, Jess, I am so proud of the man you grew to be

Coming home bone-tired, but your little girls still see

A wonderful daddy who gives them all his time

And leaves the heavy burdens of the working day behind

After all the hurt you saw, you let the healing start

You let me be your mama, and you opened up your heart

You were my oldest child, you weathered through the storm

You saw a lot in the divorce, when our lives were losing form

We had our share of ups and downs, the heavy tears we cried

But now we're in a wonderful place, standing side by side

I told you "Ho ho ho and a happy new year" by mistake

Now you bring it up and we just laugh until our bellies ache

Oh, Jess, I am so proud of the man you grew to be

Coming home bone-tired, but your little girls still see

A wonderful daddy who gives them all his time

And leaves the heavy burdens of the working day behind

After all the hurt you saw, you let the healing start

You let me be your mama, and you opened up your heart

You've got a gift for connecting, a spirit true and bright

Friends of every single age all know your heart is right

From that strong wee boy pointing out the windowpane

To a man who learned to build a bridge across the pouring rain

Oh, Jess, I am so proud of the man you grew to be

Coming home bone-tired, but your little girls still see

A wonderful daddy who gives them all his time

And leaves the heavy burdens of the working day behind

I am so grateful that you let forgiveness finally start

You let me be your mama, and you opened up your heart