Moments with Marri

I miss the mundane.    Diaper changes.    Poopscapades.    Wrestling the alligator that is a toddler boy with wild legs and ants in his pants.    I miss the tickling that I would do to prevent the fussing.    I miss grabbing his chunky thighs.    I miss his messy hair.    I even miss his fussing.    I miss his stinky feet.    I miss toddler stank after a day full of playing.    I miss his chaos and his noise.    I miss his messes.    I miss his naked butt running through the house after a bath.    I miss his fingers and his toes.    I miss the slight curve of his lips just before that great smile.    I miss his little button nose.    I miss his dirty little neck that I wiped down hundreds of times after a messy meal.    I miss how ticklish he was.    I miss the completely individual way we loved each othe...