I miss the way he answered the phone, “Hey sis – what’s up?” and the way he laughed in a low “heh, heh” with a corner of his lip turned up in a smirk. I miss his weight training updates – I think his biceps were up to 17″!

I miss the way he’d poke fun at me for a new t-shirt or object that I designed for Second Life and then would recommend that I read some techie book on open source programming so that I can write my own scripts. (Because I have free time to teach myself how to program! lol!) I think I still have Linux For Dummies or The Idiot’s Guide to FreeBSD … I can’t remember the exact title, but you get the gist. Playful harassment aside, he was always good to praise me for any new tech-related accomplishment.

What I miss the most, at least in recent days, are his hugs. I was thinking the other day about Grease 2, when Johnny ticks off Stephanie once and for all, and she tells him that she could kiss the next guy who walked through the door if she wanted to. He doesn’t believe her, of course, so she marches over and plants a whopper of a smooch on the unsuspecting, innocent Michael.

I wondered what would happen if I approached some random 6′ 4″ muscular/heavy-set guy and asked if I could please give him a bear hug. Ha! He’d probably think I was out of my ever-lovin’ mind, and understandably so. But still, I want so much to hug Nathan – or at least pretend – and just close my eyes and wrap my arms around his strong chest and squeeze him tight. If I think too hard about not being able to do that ever again, it’ll make me cry, so let’s change the subject …

In other news, I am in desperate need of a pedicure. It isn’t sandal weather anymore, so my poor toes have been neglected. Maybe I can sweet-talk Lane into a foot rub tonight. 😉