I miss.

I miss my home. 

I miss that Jesse and I both had two pillows and one of mine had to be a small, feather one to scrunch up under my head at night. 

I miss my daughter being a safe distance away from the TV from her bedroom so I don't have to have the TV practically on mute until she falls asleep. 

I miss the upstairs. I have not seen it since the fire. That's where my daughter's room was, the room we gave the most attention to when planning furniture and paint color. I miss the wall decal I was so excited to find and spent quite a while perfectly on the wall. 

I miss our new laundry room and the laundry baskets I had lined up against the wall, each serving a certain color. I miss knowing what food was in my kitchen and where to find it. I miss the handwritten recipe of Mom's spaghetti I so proudly copied down and tried to imitate. 

I miss my home. 

And man I miss my cat.