I Miss ...

... the feel of her back in her tiny footie jams.
... watching the Beagle lick and lick and lick her face.
... finding pacifiers in my handbag.
... bibs.
... buying diapers & wipes at Target every Friday.
... washing crib sheets.
... being in complete control of another human.
... her fuzzy hair before it was blond.
... buckling her into her infant seat.
... watching her fall asleep in her exersaucer.
... reading books without 89 questions.
... the sour smell of baby puke.
... the hours I spent, just looking at her.
... having people stop us in the grocery store to comment on her big eyes.
... those fat, fat thighs.
... keeping her from putting everything in her mouth.
... watching her fascination of NaNa evolve.
... having a baby.