Missing you.

I miss you when I wake up in the morning, and instinctively reach out to your side of the bed, to ruffle your hair.

I miss you when I go into the kitchen and make two cups of coffee, without thinking, and then remember you are gone.

I miss you when I lay the table for breakfast and lay a place for you, and then remember you are away.

I miss you when I iron the kids school uniforms, because you usually do it for me.

I miss you when I login to Orkut, because you usually say “please leave it on for me.”

I miss you when the kids leave for school, because you usually hug them, and whisper a ‘magic mantra’ in their ears, so that they have a good day.

I miss you when I read the newspaper, because there would usually be a story that I would want to share with you.

I miss you when I pick up the phone to call you, and I realize that you are in a different time zone, it is still night for you and you will be asleep.

I miss you when I have my lunch, because I know how much you would have enjoyed what I cooked.

I miss you when the children come back from school, because I usually would have called you up, to narrate in detail, what they did.

I miss you in the evenings,because there is no fourth person to complete the teams, to play “Trivial pursuit”.

I miss you when we have dinner, because there is no one to narrate funny stories and make us laugh.

I miss you when I read to the children, because you usually listen to it too.

I miss you when I go to bed even though the children are happy that they can have mummy all to themselves and cuddle up next to me, each on one side.

But most of all I miss you so much, simply because I love you.

More than you will ever know.