The big days suck. I want to make that clear.
They are just as horrible as you’d imagine them to be.
I’m noticing, however, that the random little milestones are the real kickers.
It’s early fall, so college football just recently started back up again. Luke LOVED his college football Saturdays. He lived for it. Whenever he had any downtime, he was either reading Husker articles or playing Golf Clash on his phone. If you knew Luke, you understood his love for college football. He was like a kid on Christmas every Saturday morning. It was awesome. I loved his enthusiasm.
I miss that. I miss it so much more than I ever thought possible.
He should be here watching these games with me.
He should be glued to his phone betting on every damn game.
He should be trying to teach me things about football that I never seem to wrap my head around.
He should be giving me a kiss and a butt slap for every touchdown.
He should be eating mountains of my homemade artichoke dip and tortilla chips.
He should be drinking orange beers and taking shots of Jack Honey.
He should be taking me to my first game.
He should be calling his friends and inviting them over for the day.
He should be helping me pick out our future baby’s first Husker onesie.
He should be hanging our Husker banner in the garage and cheersing our neighbors.
He should be here.
I miss you more and more every damn day, Luke.
Go Big Red. ❤️🏈
Oh… and p.s., I know you didn’t really have an NFL team, but my Cowboys did real well today, and I just wanted to rub it in your face. 😘