Deep Breath

So in life, ya know, deep breaths are sometimes necessary. I've had several pals move away this year. This is number six here on the right. Her name is Jenny, but her last name is soon to change because she is getting married this Saturday. I am ecstatic this special day is here for her. She is marrying a great guy and I couldn't love the two of them together anymore or I'd pop!

After the party of the year, they're going on their honeymoon and moving to Green Bay, the day after they get back for Matt's job.

Deep breath.

Obviously, we are 12 when we're together, if you look at us in these pictures. She makes me spazz and laugh 'til it hurts. Together, we can take a dead horse and keep beatin' it until it bloats.

Picture a pair of old seedy waitresses at a diner who have worked together and known each other for so long they can read each others thoughts and know how to poke at each other in just the right way. One tells the other, "You have something right there between your teeth." The other one impatiently says, "Well git it!" as she sticks the pencil back into her up-do to free a hand to help. That's us.

If we had known each other in grade-school, we would have been the two that the teacher would've had separate to opposite sides of the classroom. And, even then, we'd probably still burst out laughing at that.

It's almost like we have tournaments of wit to see who can keep it going until we can stay straight-faced no longer. We can never keep it in. When we can't stand it any longer, we laugh. She's louder than I am though. Her laugh usually comes out in an amplified burst. Mine usually involves silent laughter, mouth wide open and bouncing shoulders. It is such a good time. I'll tell you one thing, the patio at Common Grounds will miss silly us. The people around us might not, but the patio will.

So, yes, this friend is super fun to have around. But, she's also more than just fun. She's thoughtful. She spreads the sunshine and is irreplaceable. So, you know what? I just won't even try.

Matt's job isn't permanently going to be there (so they tell me) but I'm still sitting on the edge of my chair for the phone call that says that they're moving back. I just have to be careful that while I'm tapping my toes and scooting forward waiting, I don't fall off because I'm pretty sure that would require many deep breaths and possibly a paper bag.

Matt and Jenny, I love ya dearly and to pieces. I'm so happy it is your special time. Enjoy it to the fullest. In the mean time, Jenny, save it all up for me so when we do get to see each other, it spills out all messy and everywhere. One more deep breath. I love you.