Sunday, July 24, 2016

8 Sundays

8 Sundays have gone by and it gets harder every day.

Your "I love you" picture is my screen saver. Every morning I say, "morning Clay, I love you. " Every single night before I attempt to sleep I say "night Buzzy, I love you!" I say it about a thousand times a day.

I always think that you are home & that I need to get here to see you.
I see other tall, skinny, wrangler, boot wearing boys and gasp because I think it's you.
I see sunflowers and I think of you.
I walk in your room and it still smells like you.
I see you smiling in a picture and I want you here, joking around, messing with me and laughing.
I drive down the road and see some big jacked up Dodge and I think of you.
I call your cell phone to hear your voicemail & instantly I miss your voice.
I replay videos you are speaking in.
I go to the grocery store (not very often) and think what you would want to snack on.
I mow the yard and I think of you.

Every single part of my day involves you.







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