It Can't Be Helped

It can't be helped that 8 years ago I missed my daughter's second day of preschool.
It can't be helped that he would be the near clone of his daddy in practically every way.
It can't be helped that the quietness sometimes hides the determination .
It can't be helped that you laugh in surprise when he does crack a joke.
It can't be helped that someday those blue eyes and long eyelashes will be the undoing of many a girl.
It can't be helped that sweetness of his smile is his momma's undoing.
It can't be helped that he can smell a fresh baked cookie from the back door.
It can't be helped that mud, sweat and gasoline are his favorite mediums to work with.
It can't be helped that I love him more than words can tell!