This weekend, I got my husband back just in time to leave my friends.
We've had to say our sad goodbyes to the places and people we love.
Today, as we drove, I found myself taking a walk down memory lane. I remembered specific events we celebrated at restaurants, parks and houses that we passed.
I'm ready to turn this house over to a new young couple. I'm ready to leave the state and head West. I will never, however, be ready to leave the people here I love. I've been absolutely amazed at how much our friends have helped and cared for us during the house selling and moving. I HATE that I have to leave them.
One of my daughters' best friends wrote them a letter about how much she would miss them. This made me teary and I think sums it up nicely.