I miss Ellie running to meet us when we pull up in the driveway, and racing the car as we leave.
I miss the smell out in the country. And being able to breathe in deeply outside without worries of second-hand pot smoke inhalation.
I miss hiking through the bush out to The Rock to watch the sunset.
I miss being blinded by the bright yellow kitchen when I stumble into the kitchen in the morning.
I miss Benton taking the go-cart out and killing the battery EVERY time without fail.
I miss being able to see all the stars at night.
I miss loud supper times.
I miss Dad falling asleep five minutes into the movie.
I miss picking up endless amounts of paper off the floor from Sarah's doodles and lists.
I miss biking over to my grandma's house.
I miss being able to sing as loud as I want, whenever I want.
I miss the infamous Ain't No Mountain High Enough and Shoop Shoop Song duets with Mum.
I miss being able to do laundry any day of the week.
I miss not having to cook meals or pay bills.
I miss talking like babies with Logan.
I miss cutting laps around Melfort.
I miss my built-in bookshelf.
I miss listening to Clay practising piano.
I miss having everyone knowing who I am.