I miss him...
When I listen to a love song.
When I watch a sad movie.
When I see other babies, and now toddlers, and well...pretty much any children.
When I see his picture.
When I play the piano.
When I go to church. (This is a hard one.)
When I'm in love with my husband. (This might sound weird, but I didn't want to put "when I love my husband" because then it sounds like there are times when I don't love him--which may or may not be true--but as far as the love thing goes...I think all you BLM's know what I'm talking about.)
When I go on walks. (Now an everyday occurrence in my life...maybe...)
When I do genealogy work. (Okay, so besides scrap booking and journal writing--ya know, my own personal genealogy work--I just barely started indexing, but hey--I gotta start somewhere.)
When I see a beautiful painting. (Or pretty much anything beautiful.)
When I go to the temple. (I always pray that I will see him there because I'd much rather see him there than in my home...that would just freak me out.)