What I'd Miss - A Simple Reminder When I Needed It Most
I Can't Go Yet I will miss the smell of my daughter’s hair, And the way she always smells like washing powder and little girl fun. I will miss my son's squeezes, And the way he curls in my lap and wraps his arms around my neck like he'll never let me go. I will miss the feel of cold cotton sheets When I climb in to bed and the way the wind blows the curtains in the bedroom. I will miss the creek of the hardwood floors in the hall And the sound of closing doors. I will miss hearing my children Call out 'Mommy' and the way they pout when they start to cry. I will miss the taste of peanut butter And the way it sticks to the roof of my mouth. I will miss hearing the birds sing And the feel of wet grass under my feet. I will miss the way the rain sounds on my roof And the way it trickles down the s...