I wanted...

It’s one of those days. You wake up, and for some odd reason you’re not okay. So since it’s one of those days, today I am listening to James Taylor. He always makes me think of mom. I wanted so many things from her today. I wish she was here.

I wanted to call her and explain my boy problems

I wanted to hear a goodnight story.

I wanted a sweet text

I wanted her to call concerned

I wanted her to be proud of me

I wanted to go home for Christmas to see her

I wanted to dance in the living room with her

I wanted to see her and Dad so in love

I wanted her to make me dinner

I wanted her to hold me

I wanted a current day family picture

I wanted short hair like her

I wanted her to kiss my head

I wanted her to buy me socks because I hate buying socks

I wanted her to be healthy

I wanted her to wish me luck on finals

I wanted her to miss me

I wanted inside jokes with her.

I wanted to laugh at old family photos

I wanted to lip sing with her

I wanted to make dinner with her

I wanted to go on a girl date

I wanted her to be my best friend

I wanted a package from her

I wanted to go Christmas shopping for her

I wanted her to yell at me for being stupid

I wanted to celebrate her birthday together

I wanted to run errands with her

I wanted to take silly photographs with her

I wanted someone to call when I’m not ok

I wanted someone to call when I get home from a date

I wanted to complain to her

I wanted her to tell me to stop crying

I wanted her to get together with her sisters

I wanted to go on vacation with her

I wanted her to be here with me.