Four Feet Friday

I miss hugs.

I miss the dentist.

I miss running to Acme for an obscure ingredient.

I miss smiles.

I miss sitting in a coffeeshop.

I miss browsing in stores.

I miss the gym, specifically the rowing machine.

I miss putting my arm around friends.

I miss not having to wonder how people feel about my social behavior.

I miss going to the movies with friends.

I miss holiday traditions.

I miss my hair stylist.

I miss not wondering if there will be a long line to go grocery shopping.

I miss breakfast dates.

I miss being invited places.

I miss restaurants.

I miss crowded beaches.

I miss making plans.

I miss searching in stores for the perfect gift for someone I love.

I miss spontaneous trips.

I miss packing my groceries without a mask getting in my way.

I miss the children I teach.

I miss long lines at bakeries.

I miss shaking hands.

I miss putting any item I want out for trash.

I miss not caring about a cough or a sneeze.

I miss the driving range.

I miss full grocery shelves.

I miss dressing up for a night out.

I miss visits from friends.

I miss crowds.

I miss my church.

I miss having somewhere to go.

I miss late night trips to Barnes and Noble.

I miss being together.

I miss the question “How are you?” meaning literally “How are you?” not “How are you holding up during this crazy time?”

I miss the weddings which should have happened, but didn’t.

I miss normal family gatherings.

I miss freedoms I took for granted.

I miss every canceled moment.