These two little guys, Josiah (in the closet) and Noah (in the doorway) just met each other. That didn't bother them, of course. Five minutes after they met, which was about ten after seven this morning, they had each grabbed a push toy and taken off down the hall, leaving their moms to get to know each other.
Josiah's mom, Anna, is very dear to me. Once our neighbors, she and her husband moved back home to Atlanta once this sweet young man arrived. They've got great family and childhood connections here in the land of the peaches so it's only fair, but we miss them like crazy. I've loved having this trip to see their new house and the life they've built here because seeing it and knowing it's right for them makes it a little easier that it's not near us.
Noah (now don't get confused - I mean Noah in the picture though Josiah's father is also named Noah) is the son of my friend Liza - also a blogger and good, good friend. I introduced the two moms; I don't seem capable of not doing such "you two should REALLY know each other" matchmaking, and it made me so happy to be with them and their boys. Somehow it's easier to be far from them if they're near each other.
I'm supposed to be the wise older friend but I've mourned Anna, Noah and Josiah's departure almost daily - happy for them and so so sad at their absence from our old movie weekends and quick last-minute meals. We're wealthy in our friendships and deeply grateful for the families who have become part of ours, but loving one friend doesn't mean you don't miss another one. So it was a real joy to be with them and to know I'm leaving them richer for having met one another. See you soon my sisters.