There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

Dwight D. Eisenhower

Thursday, March 11, 2010

I miss...

I miss his smile.

I miss how he would wrinkle up his nose and curl up his top lip just to make us laugh.

I miss combing his hair.

I miss rocking him to sleep and singing "You are my Sunshine".

I miss finding his "artwork" on our walls and couches when he found a marker or pen.

I miss how he would say "MAMA" when his sisters were trying to get him to say "DADDY".

I miss him grabbing my hand and pulling me to the refrigerator for a slice of his favorite cheese.

I miss buying little boy clothes.

I miss finding him sitting on the kitchen table and just waiting for me to fuss at him.

I miss how he followed Macy around and did everything that she did.

I miss stepping on little trucks and cars...anything that had wheels that he drove around the house.

I miss how he would take his pacifier out and smile for a picture and then put the paci right back in.

I miss his sweet smell after his bath.

I miss his dirty smell after he had played outside.

I miss looking in the rearview mirror of my van and seeing his sweet face smiling back at me.

I miss him fussing when I turned on the vacuum and his "wrinkled" nose of disapproval each time.

I miss his beautiful brown eyes.

I miss my buddy.

3 comments:

  1. Missing right along with you.

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  2. I know just what you mean. I miss hearing, "Momma, I love you sooo much." There just aren't enough words to adequately express it, are there?

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  3. Mothers are supposed to complain of the mess, the dirt, overuse of chocolate; not the absence of their child until they stop breathing. I don't and will never understand this - loss of child - subject.

    Your Mark is the most beautiful baby boy I've ever seen and he will always be that beautiful baby..

    Loves,

    Esin.

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