I miss his hugs and kisses, his arms wrapped around me, my smile at his embrace. Greg has started asking "where's daddy?". The only response I have is he's at work. Then Greg asks if we are going to his office. "No", I say, "daddy's not at his office, but he's at work, and loves you and Mike so much". Then I smile and hug Greg and miss Bob even more. Thankfully this doesn't happen often. My bed is to big, and to cold with him not in it. This is life, and he'll be home soon, but for right now, I miss my husband.
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