dear marci

i miss you making your bed at like 10:00 at night.

i miss you forcing me to look at pictures of small children on people's blogs.

i miss you always somehow needing to be in the bathroom at the exact time i am in the bathroom.

i miss the cody shrine.

i miss you storming into the room in a huff, usually saying something like "can we talk about [insert dramatic topic here]?"

i miss laying in bed on sunday morning telling myself that i will get up and get ready for church if you get up--even though you're thinking the exact same thing about me.

i miss spontaneous lady gaga dance parties.

i miss pretending to know who you're talking about when you're trying to tell me important ward gossip.

i miss you telling me that my eyebrows look terrible.

i miss trying to figure out whose turn it is to buy milk and toilet paper.

i miss you getting up and walking across the room just to tell me something that you could have easily told me from where you had been.

i miss you trying to make me go to ward prayer and i miss coming up with excuses not to go.
i miss winning that battle.

i miss you saying things like "i'm not very good at drawing poinsettias" or "get on my bed."

i miss you answering every text or phone call, no matter what time it is.

i miss being able to tell when you're out on the gk because i can hear your laugh over every other noise.

ME-OW.