Damn this roller coaster!

Even more than I miss Arthur, I miss me, I miss my life before.. I miss laughter, I miss sleeping well, great meals and family trips. I miss having a plan, knowing what we were doing each day. I miss cooking breakfast for the boys, arguing about what’s for lunch and who’s turn it is to take out the garbage. I miss the sweaty boy smell, picking up dirty clothes and trying to get out yet another grass stain.  I miss seeing him sleeping in his bed with his dog next to him, even though she wasn’t allowed on the bed. I would give anything to hear the boys fight over silly things and five minutes later hear them laughing about some goofy video.  I miss the before because the after just sucks.