Every day, I am reminded of you.
Not every moment, not every hour, but every day at least once I miss you.
You are in the box of onesies I came across the other day, stuffed in the back of my closet
The maternity shirt I bought, when I just KNEW you were on the way.
The lullabies on my Ipod.
You are in the children's books I downloaded on my kindle.
The Disney Movies I saved just for you.
The parenting books on the shelf.
You are here in the stuffed animals I just couldn't get rid of, because they are yours.
The photo albums with empty pages.
The quilts I plan on making, the baby clothes I designed, the ribbons and bows I learned to craft.
You are here in all my plans for the future, the fundamental design of my life.
Every day, at least once, I think of your sweet smile.
I remember the first time I looked into your eyes.
saw the curve of those tiny lips.
I remember your first day of kindergarten, the time we went to the beach, every carnival ride we braved that almost made us puke.
Not every moment, not every hour, but every day at least once I miss you.
You are in the box of onesies I came across the other day, stuffed in the back of my closet
The maternity shirt I bought, when I just KNEW you were on the way.
The lullabies on my Ipod.
You are in the children's books I downloaded on my kindle.
The Disney Movies I saved just for you.
The parenting books on the shelf.
You are here in the stuffed animals I just couldn't get rid of, because they are yours.
The photo albums with empty pages.
The quilts I plan on making, the baby clothes I designed, the ribbons and bows I learned to craft.
You are here in all my plans for the future, the fundamental design of my life.
Every day, at least once, I think of your sweet smile.
I remember the first time I looked into your eyes.
saw the curve of those tiny lips.
I remember your first day of kindergarten, the time we went to the beach, every carnival ride we braved that almost made us puke.
The sparkle of your mischievous eyes.
The way you name every person you know in your prayers at night.
I hear you calling me mommy, telling me you love me.
These are the memories I cherish.
My sweet fictional child.
xoxo
Me
Moments many of us dream about and hope they come true.
ReplyDeleteOh my.... I can so relate. Beautiful!
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ReplyDeleteAw...lovely
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