missing.

today i miss my parents.  it's only 744 am, and i still have this feeling right in the center of my chest that feels heavy.

i was home sunday night, into monday...and realized that it really will always be my first home.  it will always be so comfortable there.  it's the house i grew up in.  the house i left college from.  the house i slept in the night before i got married.

i know i'm not far away, but sometimes i feel like it.  i wish that pratt knew what it was like to run across the street and just walk in that back door.  have the metal strip across the bottom creak as your foot hits it.  have the door squeak when you begin to close it.  i wish he knew what it was like to walk up to that refrigerator and open the door to any food you could dream of.  fresh cut fruit, 3 kinds of coffee creamer, cheese, leftovers of every sort.

mom and i came back from lunch monday to find pratt and my dad on the couch.  sitting as close to one another as two people could sit.  pratt didn't have his b, but didn't seem to mind.  they were watching cartoons.  and were happy as i've ever seen either of them.

i wish i could witness that every single day.

life goes by too quickly.  i'm aware of that now, today moreso than ever before.

i'm sure that clint feels like it was just yesterday he was sitting with his mamaw, visiting in their living room.

so pratt, for the record...when you grow up and move away.  don't think for a second you're allowed to leave the street i live on.  i'll just die.  i really will.