It's the little things...
I miss him for the way he teaches the children how to ride a bike...and tie their shoes.
I miss the way he gets the kids ready for bed, tucks them in, and prays with each of them.
I miss the dimples that appear when he smiles.
I miss eating cinnamon rolls late at night because he has had a craving (so much for my diet).
I miss his soft embrace, the brush of his lips on my neck, and our late nights having Quiet Times and then praying together.
I miss so many things...
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