If only . . .

If only I could stop by the Starbucks on my way to work, or coming home, and see my boy. . . If only I could swing by and pick up John David and Julia and drop them at school in the mornings. . . If only I could go over and work out with Jeremy at the clubhouse. . . If only I could run over and blow snow from a sidewalk and driveway on Hoover. . . If only Jeremy could swing by and watch the football with me. . . If only I could take the babies to Chuck E Cheese while John Clay and La went to the movies and dinner. . . If only I could see my boy playing in the band . . . If only I could make lunch or dinner for everyone, at least once a week. If only . . .