Children, I Miss You Both...
taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school,
asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn.
making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you.
hugging you both, and both of you hugging me.
taking care of you when you are sick,
comforting you when you don't feel good.
trying to make your ouwwies not hurt.
the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together.
the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together.
just holding you.
the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time.
watching and helping you both make awesome artwork.
you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices.
tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing,
" I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl "
and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy "
seeing you both play and invent and build.
watching you ride your bikes.
helping and watching you skateboard.
playing catch with the football or soccer ball.
watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms.
just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms.
listening you you both have a belching contest.
listening to you belching the alphabet.
watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do.
taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty.
taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks.
taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you.
watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river.
getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole.
getting to teach you both good things.
mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside.
telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper.
cleaning your rooms for and with you.
organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones.
buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown.
telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep.
wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night.
But most of all, I miss you.
Each and every day, I miss you.
May you both be blessed,
by The Holiest of Holies Himself,
in every area of your lives.
Copyright © Olivia Washam | Year Posted 2009
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