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.
Cheers!
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Bitch! You made me cry once again! You always do this damn you! I love love love you and can't imagine going another 3-4 months without seeing the smiles of you and your children. I was looking at my calendar on the plane and trying to figure out my next visit too...one in which I hope my hubby will accompany me...and maybe even Monty too! xoxo
ReplyDeleteAren't friends that make you laugh 'till you cry/pee the absolute best kind of friends. Friendships like that are worth holding on to.
ReplyDeleteOld friends that know all your secrets are the best.
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