You.
I wish you could see you just as I see you in this moment. We're eating skittles and gummy bears, carefully trying to eat slowly enough that Lloyd doesn't miss a portion before getting home from work (I bought the gummy bears for him, after all, but we were just too impatient to wait on him...) I love the way your soft curls hang gently around your face. Your hair is just messy enough to be adorable, bed head from sleeping on the car ride to pick up dinner. I love the way your hair sometimes parts itself to the side creating a sweeping bang to frame your forehead. I love your happy smile, happily sampling all the flavors of the rainbow in our treats. I love your sweet voice, and the way we talk about the candies so seriously as though we were talking about war or famine. I love the way you encourage me to try a new flavor, holding it out with a convincing grin and overzealously saying "mommy, you HAVE to try it, it's SO good!" I wish you could see you just as I