Things I miss about Todd:
I miss him walking through the door in the late afternoon. I would ask how his day went and as he hugged me or the kids, he would smile and reply "It's much better now."
I miss his laughter. When he found something really funny, his whole body was involved in the laugh. He would bend over at the waist and put his hands on his knees or sometimes one hand on the counter and the other fist in front of his mouth and just let loose...tears running down his face. He had a great laugh.
I miss watching him teach the kids about how to work on cars and motorcycles and all manner of other things...asking them to get tools and showing them how to use them.
I miss watching him make biscuits with the kids.
I miss watching him read to the kids.
I miss watching him play with the kids.
I miss sitting on his lap, putting my head against his shoulder and him wrapping his arms around me.
I miss watching the kids fly to him as soon as they realized he was home from work.
I miss seeing his face light up when we came to visit him at work.
I miss him telling me "You're my rock."
I miss him telling me how much he loved me.
I miss him telling me I was beautiful.
I miss holding his hand.
I miss his kiss.
I miss his balance to me and my personality. He always said we made a good team, and I always agreed.
I miss how the kids would holler "It's Daddy!" and run down the stairs when they would hear the garage door open. (One of their friends who witnessed this on many occassions told her mother that she bet Caley and Luke missed hearing the garage door when Mr. Todd got home and that she guessed it was hard for them (C and L) to hear that sound now.)
I miss his encouragement, and his belief in me.
I miss him telling me "feed them fish heads" which was his way of telling me not to worry what anyone else thought.
I miss him telling me that I was a great mom and wife.
I just miss...him.