02.14.08
I miss Lucas. I miss him giving me a hard time for being a terrible driver, even though I’m not. I miss him for doing anything I ask him to, if I ask real nicely, like driving us all around in a van for Megan’s bachelorette party and managing the bar at my wedding when my dad decided to stop paying attention to what we needed. I miss him rolling his eyes every time I asked for a bite of what he was eating, because he said I *always* did that. I miss making him laugh by being as goofy as I could be, and the face he would make when he was trying not to laugh, but trying to make me feel like I was a weirdo instead. I miss him trying to pick a fight with me and then laughing at how both of us hated to argue. I miss hearing him call me ta-ta. I miss thinking about going to a concert with him and playing him a new song. I miss his “aww shucks” grin. I miss ten year old Lucas asking if he could stay in my room a little longer if he paid me a nickel for every five minutes. I miss him drawing letters on my back to see if I could guess which one, when we were trying to fall asleep when we were real little. And the memories live on and on and on…..and I will keep missing him.