"Best Thing That You Never Had" has been playing in my head a lot lately, but I am asking myself if that is really true. Am I really the best thing?
I have my doubts.
This past weekend I was at Refuge in IN. It was a wonderful weekend because I got to see a lot of people who I find myself desperately missing on a near constant basis anymore. My beloved sisters/friends/roommates Amber & Kim, my dear brother/friend Jake, my amazing cousin Hilary, my hilarious uncle Jon, and my good friend Jordan, to name just a few. These people make me feel home.
Over the weekend, Amber and I's good friend, Jeff asked her how she knew Jake was "the One." Her answer was perfect. She told Jeff that no matter where they are, to her, Jake feels like home.
That's what I want.
So this is the thing, maybe he doesn't know it yet, and maybe he never will know, but this is what he's missing: ME.
He will be missing out on me getting up early to make monkey bread or pancakes so that he would have a hot breakfast before he leaves the house. He is missing me singing all day every day anything at all that makes my heart happy or speaks to my soul. He will be missing the mix cds that tell him just how incredible he is to me when I can no longer find the words. He will miss my hands and everything they are capable of. He will miss my laughter and my constant encouragement as he pursues his dreams. He will be missing my creative pies and how fun I am to work with in the kitchen. He will be missing my smile and my constant willingness to do laundry and help with dishes. He will miss how good I am with his dog when no one else is. He will miss my sweet sewing skills and my creative ability to recycle everything and find the beauty in everything and everyone. He will miss my notes and letters. He will miss my lips on his neck and the number of times I say I love you. He will miss my passion and my adoration and how completely gorgeous and perfect I think he is and have always (since that Han Solo costume the night we met) and always will.
I hope he misses me.
I feel a million things and nothing all at the same time. My life is not a movie or this would be well on its way to being resolved. Instead, he's going to go marry a girl that even his family seems nervous about, and I am going to listen to Jason Mraz sing "I Won't Give Up" a million times and try to find a new dream.
