My children are suffering from broken hearts.
This is something we’ve dealt with for almost a year now.
You see, last summer, our very best friends moved away from us. A family that encompassed a lot of things for us. The kids were close in age to ours. The family life and lifestyle was similar to ours. The things we valued and appreciated in daily life were close.
Everyone got along.
Hayden and Lucas were buddies in hobbies.
Wyatt and Matthew were the sweetest best friends I have ever seen. EVER. The same, yet so different. Both melting my heart with every breath. I miss Matthew the most I think.
Yvette and Sarah. Sarah was the most amazing first best friend that Yvette could ever have. And I am so grateful for that. She is kind, gratious, incredibly loving and attentive. Never gossipy or snooty. Yvette misses her every single day. She cries frequently. But I am grateful for that because she has an incredible standard to maintain for close friendships.
Grace and Rita started off on shaky ground but ended on solid soil. They were young, though and the pain isn’t as strong.
Jessie, my nearest and dearest here. Kind, strong, REAL. She new the hardships of motherhood and never hid them. She saw a need and acted. She prayed and encouraged. She laughed and cried with me. My dearest of friends here. My kindred spirit.
They left here. And we miss them every single day. All of us do. And I pray that there will be some weekend this summer when we can drive the hours to meet in the middle and collect kids for a time. Our children need eachother. And we need to teach them to foster those relationships that matter and last. Those relationships that are worth the extra mile and the extra effort.
I miss them. And my heart hurts some times. But you know what? God takes care. The month that they announced they were leaving last year, we met another family (quite out of the blue) that has eased that painful burden. They have been a balm. A family who, while we needed them right then and there, I know that they needed us as well. And my heart explodes with gratitude.
While I still can’t understand the change, I can see blessing in it. I can accept it. And that is amazing.
That is enough.