My sweet friend, Erin, and her family are moving to Alaska in less than a month. We've known each other for four years, but became close friends about a year and a half ago. I guess I have been in denial about all of this. You see...I have known for months now that they're heading out in June, but I don't want to believe that it is true.
She and her two precious children have been our Sam's shopping buddies and our playdate friends for a year and a half now. We do our best to get together at least once a week. She and I have fairly identical parenting styles, and we both love to cook, clean and watch our children grow. As we've grown closer as friends, I've come to the realization that she is my kindred spirit. Oh, I will miss her terribly!
One of the most precious pieces of our friendship is watching Jordan and her daughter play their hearts out. They've ridden in the HEB car-carts together, played house in an oversized moving box complete with cut out windows and a door, caught the waves at the Galveston beach and watched their siblings come into this world two weeks apart.
I know that since they are so young, they will not fully remember this friendship as they grow older, but what sweet memories will be held in my heart as I think about their precious friendship.
Tonight on the way home from church, Jordan said, "Momma, I don't want my friend to move to 'Laska'." I said, "I know, buddy. I know you will miss her." In a shaky voice, he then said, "Momma, tears are coming out."
Oh, the tender heart of my three year old son.