I want....

I miss him and want him home. I want Friday's when he would have the day off and we would splurge on Starbucks and go grocery shopping. I want Sunday's when we would shop for churches and wonder if the people were part of a cult, stifling laughter during worship. I want arguments over who makes dinner and changes Asher's diaper and gets up with the boys. I want to hear the key in the lock at 6pm and little boys' feet running to the door. I want family vacations, birthday parties, anniversaries, dinner with friends, honey do lists, up at dawn with sick kids (yes even that), make ups and lazy Sunday mornings. I want my husband back.