I was holding Pia on my hip with one arm wrapped around her, the other was waving in the air. My heart sunk as they turned the corner, driving away with their two children. It was another goodbye. I’ve said goodbye to these friends more than I want to, and it gets harder every time. Sometimes there are years between visits, and other times months.
I remember how we used to stay up late eating good food and drinking coffee. We would be serious one moment, then crying the next from laughing so hard.
The last few weekends we spent time with people who have walked through so much life with us. We are different people because of their friendship.
Every time they leave, they take a little piece of my heart. I love them so much.