A few weeks ago my best friend moved away. And that was sad. And it’s still hard. And it feels like my heart is bruised.
I had written this million page open letter to her, but it’s not her style and it was laced with words meant to get her to jump on a plane and come back!
And that’s selfish and wrong and so I pressed delete.
And then I found this photo.
And before they moved away I took these photos.
And this one too.
And when she reads this post, and she will, I hope she can feel how much we miss them. And you don’t have to get on a plane, but if you’re considering it, that’s good enough for me 🙂
I’m reminded of a quote that I repeat to myself often.
Beginnings are hard. Endings are scary. But it’s the stuff in the middle that counts.