Saying Goodbye

Today is a sad day for the Foster house. My sister, Amanda and her family are moving this weekend and today is the last day we will see them. The rational side of me knows this is okay, that we will still be close and talk just as often as we do now, but I am sad and know it will just be a different norm.

I have been very blessed. My whole family lives in one square mile. We like to call it Walton Mountain. Some people think we are crazy, but it works for us. Our kids can play, or ride bikes to an aunt's house or to Juju and Paki's anytime they want. So, for us, it is very strange to have the Herrolds leaving the mountain.

Amanda and I are only 18th months apart and she is one of my best friends. She was there when I got married, and there when I found out I was having a boy, there when I cried because he was going to be stuck in sailor suits(which are cute if you like them)! She was there when Luke was born, there when I freaked out because my kids were going to be so close and there when Emma were born . She has been a great friend and support since I decided to stay home and has helped to provide much sanity to me and many playdates for my kids! Our children are best buds. We have tried to cram lots of memories into the last few weeks and have done a pretty good job I think. Amanda and I will stay close, but I hope we can keep our kids as close as they are now.

So as we all enter the next chapter of our lives, I reflect back on how fortunate we have been for the time we've had together and celebrate all the great memories we have and those we are going to make in the future.