..She's An Angel..

It's like an ache in your chest. That's what I feel now that I'm missing that little girl. She is precious. A miracle from God himself. I want to hold her in my arms again. Make her laugh and smile. Listen to her giggles. See her new teeth, if she has them. I want to be there when she takes her first steps or when she sleeps. She always looked like a little angel while asleep. Feed her and catch the rest of it on my shirt. Or with a rag, preferably. But either way, the point is that she would be here. I could see her, hold her, and sing her to sleep again. She loves music, and I loved to sing to her. It was a precious moment. I just miss her.