I won’t see our clothes littered across the floor. I won’t look up and see the Christmas lights twinkling behind your sometimes emerald green and other times cerulean blue eyes. I won’t feel you tangled in my arms or have the privilege of brushing your hair back. You know the trail of kisses you left on my forehead, across my neck, and down to my legs in case you got lost and needed to find your way home? Darling, I’m afraid you’ll never make it back home to me.
- Baby: d-... d-... d-...
- Dad: daddy? Are you trying to say daddy?
- Baby: d-... d-... DRUM CORPS INTERNATIONAL PROUDLY PRESENTS...
- LMAO THESE CRACK ME UP XD