What I Miss!

I'm really missing our home this past week.

In fact I'm missing lots of things this week from home.

I miss our porch swing, and over sized couch.

I miss our fenced in backyard.

I miss our neighbors who are always watching out for us.

I miss people knowing who C and I are while walking around town, and having them wave.

I miss our hometown Casey's, even the guy who works there that repeats everything your buy back to you. You all know who I'm talking about.

I miss our wedding picture of the mister and me.

I miss this entire corner of our home.

I miss having fresh cut flowers on my blue dining room table.

I miss this little patch of sidewalk in front of our house.

I miss the sunset over the hill in front of my in-laws house.

I miss the corn fields and the flat Midwestern lands.

I miss the gravel roads, and the lightening bugs.

I miss breakfast with my Dad at Dahls, and lunches with my Mom.

I miss being blocks away from these ladies, especially after having a bad day or being bored out of my mind.

I know the Mister misses telling stories and drinking with this man.

I miss walking to the city park or the playground at the school.

I miss the get together with friends with short notice.

I miss driving to Des Moines and going to HyVee.

I miss Anderson Erickson dairy products.

I miss C sleeping in her bed, with her footprints painted on the wall on the lower corner by the door.

I miss her tiny little clothes all hung up in her closet, we built for her before she was born.

I miss that room! I use to walk into that room before she was even conceived and dream about putting our child to sleep in there. It's been 4 weeks since I was able to do that, and I miss it.

I know C misses hanging out with this stud on a regular basis. She talks about him all the time.

I have to admit Mr.S and I miss him as well, along with all of our other friends.

I'm a very nostalgic type of person and I tend to always remember the tiniest of things and it makes me miss situations and friends even more.

I married a man who is always optimistic who always sees the good things in every situation. He doesn't always understand my sadness for our home.

But this past week, I am almost scared to go home, what if it doesn't feel the same because we have been gone from it for so long? I'm almost sure it would break my heart. I guess we will just have to see.