David David David

I MISS DAVID.

I miss being too loud in the basement at bedtime and giggling when mom would stomp on the floor to tell us to shut up.

I miss him running outside to hug me when I pulled up in front of the house.

I miss hearing him yell "TINAAAAAAA" when I walked in the door.

I miss constantly texting movie quotes to each other.

I miss late night conversations that start out as jokes and turn into deep discussions.

I miss using code names to carry out secret missions like stealing cinnamon rolls from the hotel's continental breakfast.

I miss his anaconda SQUEEEEEEEEZE hugs.

I miss going to get shave ice and crying together.

I miss waking up to him jumping on my bed.

I miss his desperate English-related phone calls.

I miss going outside and playing games and laughing because I'm so bad at all of them.

I miss thinking something slightly inappropriate during family meetings and looking over at David and making wide eyes because we were both thinking the same thing.

I miss pretending I understood his football talk.

I miss cuddling on the couch.

I miss dance parties in the living room. And the driveway. And the hallway. And the grocery store. And the car. And the park. And the pool. And Disneyland.

I miss making stupid jokes and pointing at each other and going "HAAAAAA"

I miss blasting music in the car.

I miss talking to him about everything.

I miss having someone to cry with about anything.

I miss the moment after we cried when we just looked at each other and said "okay" and got up and knew that everything really would be okay now.

I MISS DAVID.

But I know he's where he should be. I can't survive a single day without the gospel, and he is the angel that's bringing that light to the people of South Africa.

Only 17 months to go.