Sometimes
I make you laugh and sometimes we shed a tear together. I am a complicated woman that way. Tonight in the quiet of my heart I am missing him. I am missing his laughter and teasing tone. I am missing his strong hands and caring heart. I am missing bedtime stories told in rhyme. I am missing his love of whatever culinary creation I come up with. I am missing his arms around me. He is a gift to me for an eternity and I am ever grateful to my creator for him.
It is too quiet...I am missing him.
