I miss him saying “Wherz Josh-oo-EE?” Then we race to JOSHUA’s room where I open the door and he storms in, his feet pitter- pattering all the way to his bed where Joshua waits for him smiling.I miss my coffee, that I make in my coffee maker and drink out of my crate and barrel crisp white mugs.
I miss hearing them play…then fight..then play..then fight again. At some point someone cried and I wipe tears away and then at another point I have to kiss something better and hold one or both of them in my arms and cuddle until all is well again.
I miss our walks through the woods.
I miss little feet following me where ever I go.I miss “play with me mommy,” followed by a monkey-see-monkey doer saying “pay wif me mommy!”
I miss eagerly waiting for Aaron to come home with dinner on the table.
I miss the relief I felt when he would take the kids upstairs and give them their bath while I relax on the couch watching a show I PVRed because I now hate watching tv live.I miss not waiting for weekends.