I will miss: steam room chats, pilates lessons, shopping dates, mochii nights, a steady stream of desserts, Thursday night Grey’s Anatomy, random stop-ins, deep questions, your morning drive by honk, work day e-mails, conversations in the kitchen, Friday runs. I will miss your husband’s story telling, the way he entertains my husband’s need to throw a softball around, his drop ins for no reason, the way he supports you, his Christmas party sermons.
A page is turned, a chapter ends
And we here in Santa Barbara will look forward to welcoming all of those things down here. Also, if you're missing Miah's story telling you should give my dad a call because they're kind of made from the same mold.
i know there are quite a few people excited to welcome them down here... sure do hate saying goodbye to friends though. i empathize.