I miss my husband

I miss my husband. I miss him when he's sent away for work. I miss him when he's at home, but working on something. I miss the time we used to spend talking after supper before my dad moved in. I miss the time we spent sitting in the car in the driveway while our children were sleeping (the big ones don't do that anymore). I miss long talks without interuptions. I miss weekends to ourselves, because we had so many babysitters available. I miss going out for dinner, without making plans, or finding a babysitter. I miss sleeping in together on the weekends and planning our day because we have absolutely nothing to do.
For now, I cherish what I have, and look forward to when we will have more. I can see it's just around that corner.