Every day I miss you all more and more. Going from living with us all on top of each other to only seeing you every couple of weekends was much harder than I ever imagined it would be. I miss being home with you and all the fun times we had. It may not have seemed it when I first went away to school, or even now, but I am writing this letter to let you know just how much.
To my father,
You always laughed at my jokes when no one else did and I always understood your humor. I miss the days when you would crack a joke and everyone else was offended or confused, but not me – I always laughed. I miss the days when we would have game nights or sit around and watch a movie. Whenever I was sad I could always count on you to give me a nice, long hug until I calmed down. Whenever I needed help with something and mom was busy, you always offered to help the best you could. And surprisingly enough I miss you constantly being on my back to get my work done – I need someone to do that for me around here because I would definitely much rather sleep.
To my little brother,
I’ve said at least a million times how annoying you are, how I need my space, how I need you to just stop making noise for five seconds but I still miss you like crazy. I miss your singing (and million other musical talents). I miss the way you figure out how to play any song just by listening to it. I miss your jokes – yes they were always terrible but they were so bad they were funny – and you always thought it was hilarious. You have such a contagious laugh and I miss that. I hate that I miss all your games, meets and concerts. I miss your crazy stories – the made up ones and the real ones. I may call you the devil, but you’re my little devil and I miss you dearly.
To my sisters,
Not only are you my sisters, but my best friends. Growing up, I always had a friend at the parties and in school. I never had to worry too much about making friends because at least one of you was by my side. I’ve always had someone to make me laugh or laugh at the jokes I made. I miss the car rides where we would belt out our favorite songs, the dance parties in the kitchen (where somebody always ended up on the chair) and the dance breaks whenever we tried to clean. I miss always have someone to listen to my stories no matter how bad they were. I miss always having someone to help me out with any outfit crisis I’m having. If I didn’t have a shirt to wear or pants to match you all always offered. I miss being able to just sit around and laugh with you for hours about absolutely nothing. I miss playing games, hearing everyone’s ridiculous answers and laughing till we cried. Most people at school don’t get me the way you all do. We have a special bond that will hopefully never change no matter the arguments we have or distance between us.
To my mother,
I miss our lazy days in bed watching SVU for hours and avoiding all the things we said we needed to do that day. Most people at school don’t watch SVU so I can’t quote an episode and they know which one I’m talking about the way I can with you. I miss lying down and you playing with my hair or scratching my back until I fell asleep. I miss the home cooked meals – even the ones that I didn’t particularly care for. The food at school never compares to yours. Our trips to Goodwill were always so fun and I could always count on some good laughs. Someone always picked up the most ridiculous item in the store and we would all laugh until we cried (or peed). I miss your stories. I miss the way you always sing the wrong words. I miss having you around to always support me and push me to do my best when I really thought I couldn’t. Yes we have a phone call every now and then but it’s not the same.
As they say - distance makes the heart grow fonder. I love you all.
