I miss how we would cuddle on the couch and watch cartoons.
I miss how he’d kiss my cheek hello and goodbye when going to work and coming home.
I miss the jokes, the laughter, the emoji texts.
I miss him holding me tight through the night
I miss waking up next to him, cooking for him and eating dinner late at night with him ’cause he’s just returned home from work.
I miss making plans for our and our son’s future together.
I miss planning and hoping for another baby.
I miss going to bed and seeing him there.
I miss how he’d, on rare occasions, be surprising and bring me flowers.
I miss telling him storied of our sons and watching his face light up with pride.
I miss him.
I miss us.
I miss me and him being husband and wife.
I miss us being a family; just me, him and our baby.