
So, the reason I don't want to write this post. Graduation usually means moving. I will stay here, they will move over-seas. I knew this day would come, but now it is around the corner in the single digits. It makes me cry. Life will not be the same. I met Lara three years ago when we moved here. She was walking down the hall at church and I knew right away I wanted to be friends. Life will not be the same without her 10 minutes away. I know we'll always be friends, but I want to still live in the same town. And let's not even start with how much my kids are going to miss her and her family. I can talk to her for hours and not have a clue about the amount of time that has passed. She is amazing. She can make anything (sew, crochet, bake, frost, paper...), she's an awesome photographer (she just took my family pics, they're coming), she's great with kids, she's super fun, she's loving, she's kind, and I'm going to miss her like crazy. But I hate "goodbye's," so I'll just go with "see ya later," because I will.



