I miss you.
I miss writing into this space, knowing that you’re out there on the other side of the continent, reading. Staying connected. Living a parallel life with your man and your babies.
I think about you all the time. I wonder at times why God allowed us to meet in the way that we did, under the circumstances that we did. Why He allowed that friendship to be forged even stronger on one of the most sacred nights of my life. Why He gave me such a kindred spirit in you, yet time and life and circumstance keep us 3,000 miles apart from spending time together – pushing our toddlers on park swings, cursing dressing room mirrors, sipping overpriced coffee while we chat about everything and nothing face to face.
I fantasize about the wealth and freedom to pick a random weekend to jet, on a whim, from Detroit to Portland, so we can hug necks and do all the things that sister-friends would do on a Saturday….
But until that dream is a reality, I will smile because you’re in my life at all, even if months pass between blog posts that connect us. Even if the number of texts exchanged in a year don’t get out of the single digits. Time and miles can’t dim the joy you bring to my life. I love you, sweet friend, and today, I’m wishing you the happiest birthday yet.