I spend my days with an ache in the pit of my stomach—the ache that tells me that the way we’re doing this isn’t best for her or for me.
I miss her like crazy. I miss the way she waves her arms, smiles, and screams when I go to pick her up. I miss the sweet songs she sings as she drinks her baba. I miss the gentle moment when she quietly stares at me right before she dozes of.
I’m just missing so much.
1 comments:
Awwwe, but there's nothing like a Mama. She knows you so well and you know her like no one else. Some things only a Mama can be...you can tell she knows that by the way she can't help but grin around you.
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