I miss...

(January 14, 2008)

I miss his smile.

I miss his playfullness.

I miss his laugh.

I even miss his cough.

I miss his hugs.

I miss his face.

I miss his support.

I miss his scoldings.

I miss his singing.

I miss his piercing blue eyes.

I miss his protection.

Most of all....I miss spending the night at my grandparents house and waking to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and then finding him sitting at the kitchen table, writing a note, drinking his coffee and him sneaking me half a cup before anyone else woke up.

Happy birthday Papa...I really miss you.