Home Sweet Home

Saying good bye to friends is a hard thing to do...

When we made the decision to move to Griffin a little over three years ago, we packed up our house and moved away.  I felt as though I never looked back to our neighborhood, where we had once lived.  Griffin felt like home from the very first night we slept in our new house.  

I LOVED the house, I LOVED the neighborhood, I LOVED the school.  I just really LOVED everything about our new place.

Over the next few years, through meetings at the park, at the school or dance classes, many friendships were made.  Cookouts and parties were had, dancing occurred, bon fires engulfed wedding rings and fake boobs were discussed but most importantly friendships were formed.  

I have always had a hard time making friends, like real friends, not just the Facebook kind. 

  

But these people, 

these ladies 

and gentlemen 

and little babies, 

I grew to love.  

It was a heart felt night at our favorite local pizza place.  

Pizza was consumed and tears were shed and goodbyes were hard to say.  

I am so thankful for the families that shared our lives with us.  

Who shared their babies with us. 

 Who really made our home "home".  

I will forever be grateful for the times that we shared.

Thank you for being our friends...

Missing you like crazy!