Brooke Smith
This year was hard.
How does a person miss someone they only had for 23 min? I miss the weight of you that will never grow bigger. I miss the eyes I didn’t get to really see. I miss the voice that will never scream “Mommy” a million times a day like a typical toddler. I miss the soothing that I will never give you if you’re scared or sick. I miss telling you to share or that you’re a rockstar. I miss all the drawings or projects that I’d have no idea where to put.
I miss everything, all at once.
It doesn’t help that I’m lonely. All my children yet sometimes I feel completely alone in my grief. Am I doing this right? The grieving? Or am I’m just always on the edge of tears and sadness?
God is so good. He pulls me out every time. Every single time. But I miss you so.
