...of my hubbin working from our dining room table.
It was a temporary fix until his job trailer was set up, but I could really have gotten used to it.
I miss listening to his "professional voice" on the phone while I quietly fixed him breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I miss the random wrestling matches he instigated during the day while I did things around the house.
I just miss him.
Now, a sleepy kiss in the morning and a tired embrace in the evening is all I get.
And that will have to do.