Elijah. I miss our “I… love… YOU!” game. I miss how he actually prefers me over Mommy (our only kid that does.) I miss his hugs and kisses.

Isaiah. I miss how he “jokes me.” I miss how he acts goofy on purpose. I miss how he mispronounces words.

Luke. I miss his energy. I miss his curiosity and how he asks insightful question, the kind that let you know he’s really thinking about stuff. I miss his drums. I miss him wanting me to play with him.

Elizabeth. I miss her hugs. I miss reading to her and her reading to me. I miss helping her with her homework. I miss riding bikes with her. I miss how she can sometimes say the sweetest things out of the blue.

Karen. I miss everything about her. I miss her hug and kiss when I get home. I miss helping her around the house. I miss having her in bed next to me. I miss how she does that one thing when we are… well, never mind. I’ll keep that one to myself.

Someone hurry up and buy our house. Please!