The longer I’m away from home, the more I miss some things.  The other day Veronica commented that she misses the simple pleasure of sleeping next to me, listening to me breath and feeling my hand resting somewhere on her body.  It passed after a few minutes, and it certainly wasn’t her intention, but that little comment evoked a deep feeling of sadness that I really didn’t expect.

Yesterday MsTigerX texted me some pictures of the view from her porch, overlooking the yard.  Next thing I know, I’m thinking about my deck at home and the simple pleasure of sitting out back, watching with kids play in the yard.

In no particular order, other things I’m missing
- laying out on the hammock in the evening (see that header image above? You get the idea)
- tucking my kids into bed at night
- random acts of affection with Veronica throughout the day
- when my daughter climbs onto my lap for snuggles for no apparent reason
- date night with Veronica
- bike rides with my son
- taking the dog for a walk around the block with the kids
- feeling Veronica’s, well, everything
- home cooking
- our evening routine, kids in bed, Veronica and I relaxing together, finishing off the day with quality naked time
- and so much else.

8 more days and I’m on the road, 11 more days and I’m walking in the front door and into the arms of my family.

And there’s this too