Ever since I was a little girl, I've been surrounded by friends.
This is not a "look at me I'm so popular!" post, but just stating a fact. I'm a people person. I thrive on being surrounded by people. They make me smile and laugh and make me feel whole. I adore my friends.
Everywhere we go, I find people and they make their way into my heart. It's inevitable. So if it comes time to leave, it sucks, but then I get to add another city on the map where people I love live. Which is kind of nice.
In this way, my daughter is exactly like me. She thrives on her relationships. She's good on her own, but when she's with her buddies, she just lights up. She adores them. To watch her now, is just like watching me some twenty five plus years ago. She lets people in and quickly, forming deep relationships in a short amount of time.
BG has made two amazing friends at her school here. It's the kind of relationship that we as adults strive to have with our friends. They laugh together, argue at times, play hard together, whisper together, giggle together and are basically inseparable.
When they aren't together, they talk about each other. Even their teachers remark on the depth of their friendship and how much they truly enjoy each others company. They've gone so far at school as to try and split them up at times to encourage other friendships, but they always end up back with each other. They just plain love each other.
A few weekends ago, we packed up and headed to spend the afternoon with the family of one of these little girls. As I watched BG and her buddy interact, my heart ached at possibly taking her away from this group. Simply put? I am more upset about leaving these two little girls behind than anything else.
I get that BG is just two years old, but this is going to hurt her. And for the first time, Mr. P and I are going to have to explain a loss to her that she's not going to completely understand. This is going to be hard.
But in reality, it might play out just like her friend back in Savannah. We moved from there and I was devastated that K and BG wouldn't grow up together and wouldn't remain friends, but the opposite is actually happening. Every time we go home, they pick up like they never were apart. When we're home, BG asks to see pictures of K and wants to talk about her. She doesn't just forget her.