What A Mother Misses

Their baby voices.

The way they talk.

Ethan's favorite word: "Why?"

Artimus' circular reasoning: "Mommy, do you know why the building is so tall?" "Why, sweetie?" "Because it's so tall, Mommy."

Their raw feelings.

Their soft skin.

Their love of the snow.

Artimus' dilemma about what to wear in the morning, even with her limited wardrobe for a 3.5 year old.

Their drawings.

The way they succumb to my wishes when ice-cream was promised.

Their incessant desire to be with me.