As the sun set against the outline of the rocky mountains outside my window last night my thoughts were stirring in an emotional compote made up of tender feelings regarding my missionary daughter--I miss her. I miss our quick morning chats at the breakfast table, our afternoon "let's grab a bite to eat", and the "how long have we been talking?" late night discussions that took paths undiscovered until that hour.
A song comes on the radio, and immediately my heart goes to her. I'm not the only family member that does that--just yesterday as the Caboose and I were in the car, a song came on by Colbie Caillat and from the backseat a small voice exhales, "I miss Nana."