Under Our Roof

In a few short weeks my babee is gonna get married. She's gonna move out of our house and call another place her home.

No more calls or smses in the middle of the night asking me to pray with (most of the time it's to pray for) her or to come over and snuggle in with her after a particularly bad dream or a scary movie. No more midnight chats under the covers.

I'm gonna miss all that.