The time we have left is so, so short.
My friends are moving away. They’ve been our neighbors for a couple of years now, and prior to that, the kids were at the same daycare, so they’ve been friends for a while.
They’re my “Bonus Kids” – the ones who are at your house every day. The ones you love like your own. The ones who’s owies you can kiss, and who’s tears you can wipe away. The ones you can scold when they’re misbehaving. Those kids that give you good night kisses before cuddling up next to yours on the floor to watch a movie during the sleepover.
Their parents? They’re great. We can hang out, wander in and out of each other’s homes. We’ve shared house keys, watched each others animals when we have a weekend away. We’ve thrown kids and gear in the car for a quick overnight tent camping trip. We’ve worked together, played together, enjoyed each other’s company.
In just over 24 hours, they’re moving. They’ll not be all that far, really. Three and a half hours isn’t FAR. But when you can WALK to them in three and a half minutes, a three and a half hour car ride is a lifetime away.
But for now, while I’m happy for them, because I know that this is a good move for them, I’m sad. I’m sad for my kids, and I’m sad for me. I will miss my friends, and I will miss their children.