Family...
I miss my family. Not my immediate family, like my husband and baby, or my mom and dad, but the rest of my family. The people that I grew up with, the one that I played with every other weekend while we waited for our respective fathers to pick us up and I saw every summer as much as my brother. The one that I didn't get along with as a child then had a year of friendship in HS, then became friends with again about 3 years ago. The one that I grew up thinking of as grouchy and I've grown up to realize is grouchy, but not as much as they used to be. The one that recently joined the family but has grown further apart since becoming family.