If he just had one more day to visit, or one day to be here…
I would slap him. I would be so mad at him for thinking that he wouldn’t die on a motorcycle. I would slap him for not kissing me goodbye.
I would hug him and not let go. I would soak in his scent. I would deliberately remember how his kisses felt. 
I would ask him all about Heaven and Jesus. I wouldn’t waste time telling him what it has been like these 34 months.
If he were here he’d be proud of me. I wish he were here to see who I have become. I think it’s the me he always knew I could be.
If he were here I would show him the new house. He would be in awe of the yard and so thankful that he didn’t have to mow it.
I wish he were here to see his God-daughter, Savannah. Caed and Sass are amazing. And Cora! And Tasman! He would be amazed at all our friends having babies.
He would laughlike this at my job situation. 
He would be furious like this at his family. I wish I could write more about it, but the Jesus in me won’t allow it. Oh, but he would have protected me and also showed me how to love them through this. 
He would love the dogs. Oh my goodness, he would think Juneau and Moorea are the coolest! He would spend all day with them!
He would laugh at Modern Family. I would show him the finale of Lost and he would have been as confused as I was. He would watch the whole season of SYTYCD over again.
He would shake Chad’s hand and be grateful for him. He would thank him for loving me and taking care of me, and he would thank him for bringing me back. He might rib him a little and it might be a little awkward…what a thought! He might even be a little jealous that Chad is getting the best of me. 
