Dear Santa,
I want the squishy stuff. I want zerbits and belly laughs. I want smooth, milky skin on my lips. I want the softest hair on earth. I want poopies and pee-pees. I want nakedness. I want skin on water on skin. I want neck tickles and butterfly kisses. I want boxer fists and wonder woes. I want random, heavy panting and sporadic, lengthy sighs. I want the improvised-pee-missile in my face. I want rattle spinning and circus tunes. I want Imagine playing in the other room. I want white noise. I want real noise. I want my audience. I want my biggest fan. I want my memory. I want fatherhood.
4 comments:
sigh....such descriptive, beautiful, memory filled words...this really makes my heart ache and tears swell in my eyes. i miss babram so much.... i love you guys.
Oh that is really sweet. We still feel that way!!!
Ahhh Joshy, my sweet cousin. If there were some way I could take some of your pain on myself I gladly would. I love you xoxo
i only know you by way of maggy's blog... i can't imagine your pain. i think of you often and hope that you'll find peace.
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