I miss you

I miss the looks on your face as you experienced different emotions. The joy, laughter, and happiness that filled me to see your face when you were surprised, happy, curious, intrigued, and being just plain silly.

I miss your smiling eyes, the way my heart would burst with happiness every time your face lit up and the way your laugh could echo through my heart. The way your smile would brighten a room and infect everyone around you.

I miss the sound of your voice wehn you called my name...mommy. The warmth that always filled me when you would blow me a kiss after I told you I loved you and the sweetness in your voice when you told me you loved me "this much".

I miss the feel of your hand in my hand, your little fingers wrapped around mine. The wholeness I felt knowing you were my purpose for being when I was able to rock you to sleep with my arms wrapped around you as my lips rested on top of your warm fuzzy head.

I miss the way you would tilt your head to the side whenever you were answering a question and your curiosity every time you asked a question. The way you loved, accepted, and talked about your treatments, the medicine, and the boo-boo that Dr. Mike took out of your belly.

I miss seeing your night light on in your room in the middle of the night, looking in on you sound asleep with your legs crossed and your arm over your head.

I miss calling Daddy from work and hearing you playing in the background, when Daddy would give you the phone so I could tell you "I love you" and you would blow me a kiss. Then I would ask you "how much does mommy love you?" and you would say "this much"!I miss seeing you sitting in your blues clues chair in front of your t.v. watching The Wiggles or Mighty Joe Young for the millionth time telling mommy and daddy what was going to happen next.

I miss seeing you sitting in your high chair playing with your mac & cheese. The way you would tell momy and daddy to cook and we would make you a hot dog, corn, mashed potatos. a slice of cheese, and anything else we thought you might eat.I miss wrapping my arms around you in the mornings to lift you out of bed and hugging you so tight at night when we would have our family hug after we said our goodnight to God.

I MISS MY JEREMIAH!

Amber Herman
September 2002