I miss hearing him say, in a deep voice, "Hallo, hallo!".
I miss doing the grocery shopping with him, having him push the cart around and help me load and unload all the bags.
I miss making him his nightly yogurt parfait with fruit and granola and a drizzle of huckleberry syrup.
I miss the sparkle of recognition. I miss that he knew who I was.
I miss tucking him in at night.
