Special Memories

I miss making him breakfast in the morning.

I miss listening to his voice as he read the Bible and prayed with me.

I miss sitting on the couch and messing around on our laptops, sharing pictures, talking, or just looking at each other.

I miss walking around the property and the good conversations we had regarding our family and future.

I miss cheering him on.

I miss his cute attempts to show off--watching him throw a basket and miss, which only gave me another chance to tell him that it doesn't matter...cause I'm already very impressed.

I miss running errands with him. (And having folks refer to us and our chaperone/s as a family. (chuckle)

I miss having him insist on opening and closing my car door every time we made a stop.

I miss him joining my family for dinner every night and seeing the faces of my dearest ones around one table.

I miss watching him "reload" a little boy's cap gun and turn a baby's cry to gurgling laughter.

I miss the long drive to my doctor appointments...when I would wake up from a short nap and find him smiling at me as he drove.

I miss shopping together at Target for our house supplies...having him teasingly "scan" me with the registry "gun" and tell me I'm priceless when no amount of $ showed on the screen.

I miss the time he tickled my face with a cluster of artificial flowers as we bought things for our wedding.

I miss texting him during the times we were apart.

I miss hearing his heavy footsteps on the front porch as he came to say goodnight to me after he got off work.

I miss him handing me his "cool shades" when the bright Florida sunshine was hurting my eyes.

I miss play fighting about the temperature in the car, because he likes it cold and I like it warm and we both want it set to please the other.

I miss him suddenly stopping during our walk to write "Russell Y Hannah" in the soft white sand.

I miss having him ask me if I need a cold drink during the hot, humid camp meeting week and fanning his flushed, moisture-covered face during the hours of singing and preaching.

I miss sitting by his side in church and hearing him "amen" and emphatically shout "Sure!" in agreement during the preaching.

I miss dishing out the last scoop of peanut butter fudge ice cream for him and having him feed me a big chunk of chocolate off his spoon just cause he knows I love it.

I miss walking on the beach and gazing off into a brilliant sunset with him standing by my side.

I miss the times he gave me his jacket because I was cold.

I miss a lot of things...but I'm glad that I had them to miss, because some people never get a chance to miss what I had.

If I never did have those special moments with Russell I wouldn't know what I am now missing out on...but I also wouldn't have the precious memories we made together!

I'd rather hurt from missing than miss the hurting because I never had anything to miss in the first place.

God is good!