painted skys and shining stars remind us of the hours we spent at the dining room table drawing pictures of nothing important and everything we loved. And even though our fingers got sore and our eyes began to ache we would never stop. It's these things created by tiny hands that were hung on walls and wrapped as gifts that acted as the words we never said, but wish we had before you left. It's too late to tell you that I care and I wish that you were here, and I think it would be better if you had never left at all. This place is not the same, without that smile on your face, and if you were here then i would take you everywhere.