Last night we had just sat down at the dinner table and Tom, who is very perseptive, asked me if something wrong. I didn’t really know why, but I was feeling a little upset. So I sat there thinking for a couple of minutes and realized that I have been shoving feelings for about two months, feelings about Ben & Jamie moving away.
I was so excited about moving to Laramie because I knew we would live in the same town as my older brother and his wife for about seven and a half months. And these last seven and a half months have flown. We have spent at least half of that time together. I am used to getting up in the morning, getting a few things done around the house and then calling Jamie to see if she wants to get together and do something. And most days we have. The kids have loved it and I have loved it. And now they are leaving a week from tomorrow. And the thing that stings so much is that I have hardly captured any of it on camera. I will never forget this time we have had together, though.
Today is Jamie’s birthday and a day to celebrate her. I think one of the hardest things about anything that leaves a hole in your life is that once that hole is there, you realize how grateful you are/were for it. And as most women can relate, there is something about another “sister” that you can talk to, share all with, cry with, bounce ideas off, hang out with, the list goes on, that adds so much meaning to your life. And Jamie is that for me. She has been there when I need a shoulder to cry on, an excuse to get out of the house, a walmart buddy, favor of any kinds, and most of all, a friend. She is more a sister than a sister-in-law. I love you, Jamie. Best of everything on your new adventure. I hope you have a wonderful birthday.