Like I could just pick up the phone and call you. Seems so natural. When I’m watching the boys do something silly. I just want to share it with you. And then I remember.
But it’s not painful. It’s more a reminder of how close you still are to me. A testimony to how you embedded yourself so deeply into my heart. That will never ever go away.
And I do talk to you. It might not be out loud anymore. But I feel like you can hear me when I look at my boys with adoration and awe. You can hear how I would talk about them. I’m sure it’s how you talked about us to your mom.
I hope my boys talk to me like we still talk to each other. What a blessing that would be.
