I've been thinking about a few small things lately.
I have Josh's wallet sitting on my desk at home. In there is the cash he had. I can't take it out because he hated it when anyone would take money from his wallet without telling or asking him first. He just wanted to know what he had in his wallet.
Josh would have a scowl on his face quite often. It took me a while before I learned to stop asking him what was wrong all the time. He wasn't mad about things, he just didn't have the need to jump up and down with joy every second of the day. The exception to that was when I came home from work. Whether Josh was sitting on the porch or was inside the house, he would get a huge smile on his face. I made his day and no matter how bad my day was, to see him get excited, I couldn't help but smile and be happy too.
In the morning when I'd leave for work or if I was just running a quick errand, he'd see me off with a heart made with his hands.
We seldom fought and always apologized to each other no matter what the small argument was about. We were careful and kind to each other. We understood each other's faults and loved the whole package. I can't replace that. Josh was one of a kind.
