The Reality Hits Home…

I’ll be over in the corner pouting for awhile. Daysies is leaving us behind here in Houston and moving to Dallas. Sure, Dallas is only a few hours away. Sure, I have Vonage, so calling her is free from home, and just a matter of airtime during the day from the cell phone. I don’t get to see her as often as I would like already, so it won’t be that different.

But I know it won’t be the same.

I’m so excited for her & her husband and the opportunity that they have. I wish them nothing but the best. And I hope they know just how much we will miss them back here in Houston.

I’ve known about the move for a week and a half now, but the reality of it didn’t hit home until tonight when I went over to her house to pick up her old TV that they had decided to give away (Jason’s eyes were huge when he saw just how big it is, and he is thrilled that it is up in the gameroom now!) and to get some Stampin’ Up! goodies that she didn’t need anymore. They got to see the new car/truck/SUV – whatever I’m supposed to call it – and it was just great to get to see them.

Then I realized … I might never be in their current house again. I’ll miss her green room, and stamping with her, and … well, them. I’ll miss them both.

She was the first Houston blogger I met online, she is a fellow Libra, and she gets just as obsessed about things as I do. She listens to me when I need to rant, and she has even been known to tell me to stop ranting and to get wise and move on when I needed to hear that advice. We’ve done road trips together. She was one of my assistants at my wedding, helping with the signing of the guest frame and wishing notes and gifts. More important, she helped keep me sane during the wedding planning, and that whole wedding season that year. I converted her to knitting last fall, although after all the Sophies and scarves that she knit, she is now taking a break. She is a fabulous, wonderful person. I can’t possibly say enough good things about her.

I keep reminding myself that she is just a phone call away, and the drive up I-45 isn’t that long. Her parents, her sister, and her father-in-law are here, so I know she’ll be visiting us too. I’m still going to miss her a lot.