I miss rolling over in the middle of the night and then being pulled back because i rolled too far away.
I miss the little nuances of body language that you get when you are right next to the person that you love
I miss touching the person that i love, and finding any silly reason to touch them. such as i need to slide past them in the middle of the hallway.
I, too, miss holding a sleeping baby
But most of all, I miss my son. He lives with his father. As i am sure that their father misses our daughter, who in turn, lives with me