My Dad....my very first boyfriend. The one I woke up in the middle of the night because I had a bad dream. He is still such a pillar of strengh and protection for me. He has this incredible ability to make me feel like the most important person in the world. I can still remember the first time I saw him cry. I don't remember what it was about - but we were in the garage, and I was young. But I remember it. He seemed so real to me at that moment. I can't really explain it. I'll miss my dads sense of humor - and his passion for every task that he takes on ("Yes Dad...the spotlight looks perfect there!). I'll miss his permanent accessory - the video camera. I will miss hearing him sing to every song. I'll miss the smell of his cigars. I'll miss knowing he was always right next door - just in case I needed anything. I'll miss watching him kiss my mom. I'll miss hearing him say "Lucy, I'm home" as he walks in the door from work. I will miss so many aspects of my dad...but mainly I'll miss the hugs that he so often gives me. Or hearing him call me Loo from across the house. I always feel so special when my dad calls my name.
My Mom....my Hero. The one with whom I am daily in awe of. Whose every move I try to mimic - because I fear that I'll fail otherwise. She is beautiful, and inteliigent, and creative, and loving. She is an incredible wife and mother - sister and daughter. She is an incredible friend. She over-analyzes, but for the sake of her family. She worries, but for the safety of her family. She gives and gives and gives, but for the comfort of others. How much I pray that I would be just like her. That I would hav a loving soul, and a gentle spirit. That I would know how to love my husband and children as passionately as she does. She is the reason that I want to be married and have a family. Who wouldn't want to after having been raised by such incredible parents. I will miss our chats. Our shopping trips, and our laughs. I will miss calling her into my room to show her everything that I think is interesting. I will miss her hugs. I will miss her asking me if she looks pretty. I'll miss the fact that she values my opinion as much as I value hers.I will miss seeing her face on a daily basis - smelling her perfume, and hearing her laugh from the other room.
Michael....My sidekick. My first sibling and playmate. My first partner in crime. The second boy I would grow to love....the one that I would drag into mischief with me - and then blame it on when my parents caught us. Michael has always had the most gentle of spirits. He was so different than me - but yet, we had this brother/sister bond. He was never one to gives hugs. I still love trying to give them to him. I know he loves me - but his body gets all stiff and he tells me to hurry it up! :) He calls me now and then just to chat. It's maybe a 5 minute conversation -but the fact that he thought to call me, makes me feel so special. He'll tell me he can't believe I'm getting married - or moving away. I'll miss seeing him. It doesn't happen very often as it is - but when it does, I love it. I like to hear about whats on his mind. What's going on in his life, the things he's doing. I'll miss the way he holds his fork. I'll miss hearing his car pull into the driveway (those wonderful amps). I'll miss his smile, and the way he smells like cloves. That smell always reminds me of Michael. I hope people in Reno smoke those - I'll be reminded of him all the time.
Katy....my bestest friend. Growing up, my mom always told me that I'd learn to love my sister. I didn't understand the depth of her words until this past year. Because I fell in love with my sister in a way I don't think I was prepared for. I've always "loved" her - but I began to love her with this sisterly bond that I had never felt before. I look forward to every minute that her and I spend together. She can make me laugh in a way no other has ever accomplished. She is beautiful, and smart, and knows exactly what to say and when to say it. I envy her wit and wisdom. I will miss our late night chats - and our shopping sprees. I will miss her laugh and the way she knocks and knocks and knocks on my bedroom door until I open it. I will miss watching her grow, and socialize, and mature. I will miss the small everyday things. Like eating breakfast next to her - even though neither of us is saying a word. Or fighting over what to watch on TV. Or going in her room to borrow her clothes, only to find 6 of my things on the floor and getting mad over it. But most of all, I will miss her smile. Even when she had braces - she could light up a room!
Kyle.....my little Boshi. Is it just me, or did this kid wake up one morning grown up! I don't think I'll ever look at him as a grown adult. He'll always be my little brother. The third boy to capture my heart. The one who loved to sit on my lap, and hold my hand in public (every once in awhile, I can get him to hold my hand in the car - but again, it's every once in awhile). I still feel very protective of him. I don't know if it's the whole oldest/youngest complex. I just feel the need to protect him. Even though he's old enough to fend for himself. I hat the thought that anyone would hurt, disappoint, or sadden him. He still seems such a fragile kid - even though I (and my whole family) know that Kyle doesn't have a problem letting people know what's on his mind. I will miss hearing his band play - or him sing really really loud to whatever song is playing in the car. I'll miss our little talks - and driving him to his destination of choice. I'll miss reminding him it's late and time for bed. I'll miss his sense of adventure, and his "I Love You's". I'll miss his laugh, and his clothing, and the way his hair falls in his face. I'll even miss those damn drums! I'll miss watching him grown up, and the contentness I feel everyday - knowing that he is an extremely talented, and blessed individual.
I'll miss walking out on Christmas morning...and Easter.... I'll miss my Valentine basket waiting on the dining room table. I'll miss family vacations, and dinner out on the whim. I'll miss watching family videos anytime I want to - and laughing over every little thing. I'll miss the comfort of having my family in arms reach, And although my life is headed in the most exciting of directions - I will truly miss being a Terrano.