It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....it was our last week in IL.
I approached our last week in IL with mixed feelings. I had a lot of final farewells scheduled and was torn between wanting it to pass slowly to savor every minute; to etch every memory into my heart once more....and yet, I wanted it to speed by as it was so difficult...painful... to say goodbye to the dearest of friends. I shed a zillion tears these past few weeks, and realize that they weren't tears of angst, or regret, or fear for the future, but rather tears of gratitude. I have come to know such nice, wholesome, wonderful, earnest, fun, amazing, interesting, and generous people here and I am so privileged to call "friends."
We have spent eight years in IL, building friendships and intertwining the threads of our lives with others. Following our interests like threads, whether it was volunteering, playdates, beach dates, lunch dates at Chubbys, pool parties, classroom activities, field trips, stamping and scrapbooking together, working out, discussing books, going AWOL together on Moms Nights Out, jewelry parties, evenings at the Catlow, Brownies, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, bowling, soccer, swimming, SBC, YMCA, summer school, etc.we have found friends whose lives have woven in and out of ours, and formed a tapestry with us...a beautiful tapestry. I'm afraid I frayed and unraveled my portion of the tapestry a bit this week. My tears seemed the only way to express the words that escaped me: I am so grateful to have you in my life, and I wish we could stay in each other's daily lives.
The good thing about a tapestry is that it is filled with all different threads that are woven for a bit, then knotted, and set aside, to make way for a different thread that contributes to the work's beauty, and the process is repeated. It's time for me to knot my thread, and pull off and see how I can contribute to another tapestry. I will always be part of your lives, and you, of mine. I am so grateful for you, friend.
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