Him

I miss him.

Today it has been exactly 2 weeks since I saw him last. You would think it has been 2 decades! So many things around the house remind me of him.

The dresser drawer full of his clothes.
His toothbrush next to mine in the bathroom.
His clothes hanging in my closet.
His side of the bed.
His jersey that I love to sleep in.
My formal dress that I was supposed to wear to the ball.
The shiny silver shoes that were to be worn with the dress.
His tie hanging on the back of the bedroom door.
His book on the nightstand.
Our pictures from Spring Break on the beach.
His DVD movies in the living room with mine.
His dog tags around my neck.

I miss our late night conversations after the kids have gone to bed. I miss sleeping on his chest. I miss exploring new things to do for fun together. I miss K3 asking how many nights he will be here (in her spot). I miss his arms around me. I miss hearing "Boomer Sooner" go off on his phone. I miss the "you're so cool..." jokes. I miss his kisses which make me melt. I miss the tickling that I "hate" so much. I miss holding his hand. I miss that dang yellow mustang in my driveway. I can't lay on the couch because something is missing...him. I miss hearing him laugh. I miss counting down the hours until I see him on Fridays and then starting over when I have to tell him bye on Sundays. I miss his voice. Most of all I miss seeing his incredible smile.

Yet, I am so afraid of the next time I will see him...