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.
judimom said,
March 25, 2008 at 4:30 pm
i miss seeing him lay on the floor to watch tv and laughing so hard he had to pound the floor with his arm to get it all out.
i miss going to the store to find his favorite foods to cook for him…when he would come home.
i miss seeing him make that “well that’s the stupidist thing i ever heard” face where he would ppppppp his lips and flap his hand up by his shoulder
i miss putting neosporin on all his little cuts on his hands when he came home from playing football
i miss him dropping our new cordless phone in the pool and telling me he didn’t have “not a clue” what was wrong with it
i miss going to auburn on football days and bringing food to him and cleaning up after him
i miss him sneaking foxy and bear upstairs at night to sleep with him because he just couldn’t stand for them to be in the garage all alone
i miss his big hugs …there isn’t a single day that i don’t think of him and miss him.