I'll miss it when...

Lift up my covers on any given day

Tell me I won't miss these moments one day

Little treasures hide here and there,

I step on them and yell,

I stub on them and hell, I feel I could kick some booties

But in the end, I ask myself;

will I ever be so happy one day, when I don't find little tinklinks hiding in my bed?

or my shoe or my purse?

I think it will be the saddest day when the house stays clean and I don't have little things to remind me of who loves me for me!