I miss my mom.
I miss my siblings.
I miss my nieces.
I miss my husband's family.
I miss my grandparents.
I miss my friends.
I miss my kids' friends.
I miss my kids' teachers.
I miss the Starbucks baristas, who remember my name and coffee order every single morning and with whom I always share a chuckle.
I miss the Publix employees who know my kids' names, interact with them, and if ever they're not with me, always ask about them.
I miss going out to eat and being served by bartenders and waiters and waitresses who are happy to take my family's table and take pride in their job as a server.
I miss going to the movies.
I miss date night.
I miss family game night.
I miss swim, dance, and baseball practice.
I miss the gym and my fitness coaches.
I miss my routine.
I miss running myself and the kids ragged.
I miss giving hugs.
I miss letting my mind aimlessly wander.
I miss not feeling scared.
I miss not feeling so emotionally heavy.
I miss the feeling of not always being on the brink of tears.
I miss a lot right now, but I have faith in God that he's not missing this and what it's doing to each of us.
He's aware, He's on it, and things will get better.
For this, I pray.