Sitting in the Target parking lot bawling because I'm having surgery and have no loving husband to take me or come home to tomorrow. I want to throw up.
I don't even care that it's Valentine's Day. We didn't make a big deal out of holidays, real or invented. We lived for the everyday moments. That's what I miss.
I miss hearing the dogs scamper toward the front door as they heard his truck door close when he arrived home from work.
I miss rolling my eyes when he asked me every single day if I knew how hot I was, because I thought it was just him giving me a line.
I miss hearing I love you very day. I miss saying it.
I miss knowing, without a doubt, that there was another person in the world who would always be for me and I would be for him.