When you come home, what will it be like?
To hear your feet pitter-patter down the hallway?
To feel you cuddled up next to me as I rock you to sleep?
To see you tucked away safe and sound in your bed?
To sing to you and read to you and pray with you?
To watch you play and learn and grow?
To hear your voice and your laughter fill the house?
What will it be like? Better than I can imagine, I'm sure.
Praying you come home soon, Sweet Girl...
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