I Miss You, Briggs

I have nothing fancy to say today. Just this, "I miss my Briggs." I miss his dimpled smile. I miss his tiny, raspy voice. I miss his infectious laughter. I miss his squeal. I miss his feet running across the floor. I miss the responsibility and constant care that a 2 year old requires. I miss his cuddles at nap time and bedtime. I miss his hair against my face. I miss his toys scattered about the house. I miss his crocs by the front door. I miss his car seat in the backseat of my car. I miss the chaos of getting him ready for church on Sunday mornings. I miss sharing my plate with him at restaurants. I miss never showering or going potty alone. I miss his overlapping middle toes. I miss his touch. I miss seeing his arms reach for me. I miss fixing him cheese eggs so he wouldn't eat them. I miss cooking with him at my feet begging to sit on the counter. His memory is everywhere I look and in everything I do. I know God will give me the strength to endure such a storm, but the constant missing him is the hardest. 💛