Making friends as an adult is hard enough. Making friends as a stay-at-home-mom is even harder. Sure, I've met tons of moms and have fun hanging out with them. But you know those special friends that you connect with immediately? The ones you can talk to about absolutely anything, and not feel judged? The ones that you can stop by their house early in the morning, when they're still in their pajamas and their house is a mess, just to have a cup of coffee and chat? The ones that call just to say hi? Those friends are rare. I think about all the friends I've had such special bonds with over the years, and I cherish all the memories I have with them. Memories from MacKinnon Hall. Memories from girls' weekends in Columbus, Cleveland, and Dayton. Memories from the halls and classrooms of Shaw Elementary. Memories from the car rides to and from UD with a sweet tea in hand. And now, memories made here.
But, lately, I've found myself feeling a little sad; mourning a friend that hasn't even left yet. We've spent the last two years getting to know one another so well. Our families have spent numerous days together. But I know it won't be like this forever; California sure is lucky to be getting them back. I have to be honest, though....a little piece of me is still hoping that something happens that will keep them here. But for now, I'll just enjoy all the time I can with this amazing friend because who knows what the future will bring.