Almost 8 years ago, I packed up all of my essentials and moved about 400 miles south of where I grew up. I managed to adjust relatively quickly to the slower pace of life, the southern drawls, and life without really good bagels and Italian food. What took a little longer to get used to was the distance between me and my bestest bud. For the first few years, I was able to get back north about 4 times a year to visit, but two small children (and astronomical gas prices) have cut my visits back to only once or twice a year. What's so incredible is that when Dayna and I do get together, we pick up right where we left off. The only thing that changes is the size of my kids (and maybe a few more gray hairs on my head). It's so cool how my kids only see her a few times a year, but love her like she's with them every single day. While I'm always exhausted after our visits (laughing until you either cry or pee in your pants burns a lot of calories!), I always feel like my battery has been recharged, I feel like me again, and I start looking at my calendar to see when we can get together next.
Poor little Camryn was sick all weekend, but took full advantage of having another person to cuddle with.