I miss the feeling of tingles as my hand is being held. Honestly. (hubby is not a hand-holder!)
I miss planning Halloween costumes.
I miss the quiet time while my children are sleeping while, at the same time, awaiting their waking up so I can play with them. Honestly.
I miss my parents.
I miss my grandparents.
I miss my best friend, LaFonda.
I miss not having to worry about anything.
I miss the vegetable garden and all the work involved. Honestly.
I miss all those things that propelled me to this spot.