I miss GreenChef. It would have been so nice to wake up beside him this morning...

I miss Mr Honey Bee. He is away on holiday for 2 weeks.

We've never spent more than 2 days apart since we got together, so it's very strange.

I miss IWM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :x:

Aww
I miss my sanity!

I miss conversations at length............

Being able to get away with things.

I miss the feeling that my life was simple...I'm not sure it ever was, but it's certainly more obviously complex now!

We have two...the second one is overrated. :p

I miss feeling like I was getting somewhere in my career

I miss a career.

That's ^^^ something I miss very much too.

I miss being free and unencumbered...see? The grass is always greener.

Yeah, I suppose sometimes it is.

I miss my mom's fried chicken dinners that we always used to have on Sundays when I was a kid.

As odd as it sounds, I miss being foolish enough not to see how short time with the people that I care about really was.

I miss my parents "ignorance" (that they amazingly outgrew once I had kids of my own!).

I miss driving with my kids and pretending I "forgot" how to get somewhere and having them have to "direct" me, while I acted like I was going to turn at wrong places...

I miss their laughter and their tears and I miss owning a home where my parents were just across the street- first so they could help me when I was young and then, so I could help them when they were older...

I miss friends and family that died far too young and that I never got the chance to tell how much I loved them and how much I admired them, or how glad I was they were a part of my life.

I miss the awe and wonder at each new day as seen through the eyes of a child that looked to ME for all the answers to the questions their innocence produced, like, "Mommy, how does God hold up the stars? Do you think he tapes them?"

I miss being carefree and egotistical enough to believe that I would be young forever and that somehow my life would make a difference, if not to the world, then to those who knew me- but then I realize that, in fact, I've done just that...

My youth may have passed on without even a whispered farewell, but at least I can see where it now resides. My kids are the life I left without seeing it fade into yesterday. They are my greatest accomplishment- the difference I will leave when I am gone.

I miss the children that they were, but I am proud of the adults they have become. I tell them that, too. I missed the chance to tell other people just how important they were to me, but my children will never have to wonder just how much I love them, and they know that, as far as I am concerned, not only am I proud of them, I consider them my greatest accomplishment.

Is my cucumber impression sufficient?