Monday, March 7, 2011
I miss how he used to call me and Julia his "girls."
I miss that hint of Jersey in his voice when he said my name.
I miss the mornings when Julia and I would pounce on him to wake him up.
I miss hearing him crawl into bed after Friday night football.
I miss shopping for polo shirts without any sort of logo because he hated logos.
I miss kissing his temple.
I miss sitting next to him on the couch.
I just freaking miss him.
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