Longing

I miss teaching. I miss being around 3 and 4-year-old children. I miss Kayla and Ruben and Lexi – my favorite students ever.

I miss my long, relaxed, layered, tri-color highlighted hair maintained in a roller-set for body and bounce.

I miss the red horse where I used to sing DeBarge songs. I miss the tire swing. I miss the elephant slide.

I miss my Barbie dolls. I miss freeze cups and Fortune Bubble. I miss riding my bike and roller skating. I miss Tiffany - my first best friend.

I miss having my morning juice while the dew was still fresh in the summer – the only few minutes it wasn't unbearably hot just before the sun came out full blast.

I miss watching Daddy's garden grow. I miss reading for hours on end under a ceiling fan.

I miss wild strawberries and honeysuckles. I miss dandelions. I miss Mommy's tulips. I miss the scent of magnolia blossoms.

I miss Victoria's Secret Exotic Bouquet fragrance. I miss Victoria's Secret Roses fragrance.

I miss Bath & Body Works peach fragrance. I miss Bath & Body Works Freesia room spray.