I miss you. I know you know that, but I have to say it. I miss you every moment of every day and, while there’s this part of me that knows you are totally in on all the jokes now and you see everything that I’m doing in life and you support and encourage me now as ever, there’s this other part of me that’s totally selfish.

Yes. Missing you like this is selfish.

Because it’s not that I need to know you love me and are with me (because I do know that. I know it at my very core), it’s that I need to ask you questions. I want your advice. I want to hear your voice, feel comforted, and sometimes roll my eyes when you advise me in ways I’m SURE I know better (and all those other things that defiant daughters do).

*sigh*

I’ll be fine. I’m just feeling this more than I seem to have felt it before. And you’d think it’d get easier each year, right? Ugh. Guess not.

I just miss you, Momma. Just a bunch.

Glad I don’t mind crying. I’m doing that a lot.

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