Multiple times a day I just want to pick up the phone and call Mark. Something funny happens that I know he’d get a kick out of…or I need to vent about something that only he’d understand. There’s no one in this world that understood me like Mark did. As much as I wanna talk to him right now, I also really miss the moments when our eyes would meet across a crowded party or a toy-filled room and he knew what I was thinking…and we’d just smile, like we were the luckiest people in the world to have each other. Because we were.