I miss lying on the grass and watching the clouds for hours.
I miss a poet I know only as Jonathan because he doesn't post anymore and I still want to read what he has to say.
I miss my baby's neck - he's 13 now and his neck doesn't smell or feel the same.
I miss being able to eat an entire pizza.
I miss a quiet house. My son did not talk until he was 2 1/2, and since then he has not shut up.
I miss the passion I had for changing the world.
I miss the crunch of snow beneath my feet, but I don't at all miss anything else about it.
I miss my friend Kevin. I still hear his laugh sometimes.
I miss caring for patients who were nice, or funny, or brave.
I miss the excitement of Christmas Eve and pressing my nose against the cold window as I looked for Rudolph.
I miss being fascinated by ants.
I miss sitting on the swings and talking with my friends.
I miss my characters when I finish their stories.
What do you miss?