'the little things'

My late wife,Julie,died a year ago today.
Been a year since I've been happy,a year since I've prayed,
a year since I've cared about what tomorrow brings.
What I miss of Julie are all the little things.

Julie used to thrive on all the little things in life,
I gave away my heart when she said she'd be my wife.
I gave away my heart,hung onto her apron strings,
what I miss of Julie are all the little things.

The way she used to look at me as we lay alone in bed,
those little things,somehow spoken,but somehow never said.
She was my golden angel and I'd lie within her wings,
what I miss of Julie are all the little things.

We used to get out sometimes,but most we'd stay at home,
just talking to each other,forever together alone.
I look back on a year and every waking memory stings,
what I miss of Julie are all the little things.

My late wife,Julie,died a year and a day ago,
I feel like I've been dealt another nearly fatal blow.
But if I close my eyes,the angel,she still sings.
How I miss my Julie and all the little things.