I hate goodbyes...as mentioned in this post. I get really weird about them. I tear up and never say what I want to. I'm much better at writing than I am at talking. Today I said goodbye to some of my dearest friends...I mumbled something about staying in touch...but here is what I really wanted to say:
I decided right away that I wasn't going to like this guy. He walked into the office one day...a lanky, country man with his tiny pregnant wife and their small daughter. He started teasing me immediately - because I apparently gave them bad driving directions over the phone. Who would have thought that five and half years later I would be sitting in my truck, crying my eyes out because these same people were moving away?
I always think of our lives as stories. It's something I've done since I was a little girl. Today I'm sad...and I'm a little bitter...but I'm mostly just incredibly grateful that God wrote this family in as characters in my story.
God knew better than I did. He knew that I needed BJ & Farica in my life. He knew that I would need two people to love me when I didn't deserve it and cook me dinner and listen to me rant without judgement when things weren't going my way. Farica taught me to cook enchiladas and to say no when I wanted to say yes and that being a good wife and mom is more important than having a career. She brought me medicine when I was sick and didn't believe I was fine - even when I said I was.
BJ fixed my truck without me asking and came over on his night off to help me put Ikea furniture together and even when he teases me and makes me angry I love sharing life with him. He is the big brother I always wanted and never had.
I have seen two of their three girls come into this world and have watched them grow from tiny babies to little girls - with big hearts and contagious smiles. I have sang Taylor Swift in the car and painted nails and braided hair and danced to the chipmunks song and let them stay up later than they should because I wanted to spend time with them.
Selfishly, I want them to be my neighbors forever. I want to help Bella pick out a prom dress and see how BJ actually responds when a boy asks one of his daughters on a date. I want to see them at lunch every day and go to their Christmas plays and piano recitals.
But once again, God knows better than I do. He knows that it is time for the next step. He knows that there is probably another lonely girl somewhere in Arizona that needs a family to love her and teach her more about Him (even though I'm sure she will not be as cool as I am). I will miss this family so much! But I will not allow my sadness to overshadow the fact that I have been incredibly blessed by their presence in my life. I am better for knowing them and will always be grateful that God chose to write them into my story.
I decided right away that I wasn't going to like this guy. He walked into the office one day...a lanky, country man with his tiny pregnant wife and their small daughter. He started teasing me immediately - because I apparently gave them bad driving directions over the phone. Who would have thought that five and half years later I would be sitting in my truck, crying my eyes out because these same people were moving away?
I always think of our lives as stories. It's something I've done since I was a little girl. Today I'm sad...and I'm a little bitter...but I'm mostly just incredibly grateful that God wrote this family in as characters in my story.
God knew better than I did. He knew that I needed BJ & Farica in my life. He knew that I would need two people to love me when I didn't deserve it and cook me dinner and listen to me rant without judgement when things weren't going my way. Farica taught me to cook enchiladas and to say no when I wanted to say yes and that being a good wife and mom is more important than having a career. She brought me medicine when I was sick and didn't believe I was fine - even when I said I was.
BJ fixed my truck without me asking and came over on his night off to help me put Ikea furniture together and even when he teases me and makes me angry I love sharing life with him. He is the big brother I always wanted and never had.
I have seen two of their three girls come into this world and have watched them grow from tiny babies to little girls - with big hearts and contagious smiles. I have sang Taylor Swift in the car and painted nails and braided hair and danced to the chipmunks song and let them stay up later than they should because I wanted to spend time with them.
Selfishly, I want them to be my neighbors forever. I want to help Bella pick out a prom dress and see how BJ actually responds when a boy asks one of his daughters on a date. I want to see them at lunch every day and go to their Christmas plays and piano recitals.
But once again, God knows better than I do. He knows that it is time for the next step. He knows that there is probably another lonely girl somewhere in Arizona that needs a family to love her and teach her more about Him (even though I'm sure she will not be as cool as I am). I will miss this family so much! But I will not allow my sadness to overshadow the fact that I have been incredibly blessed by their presence in my life. I am better for knowing them and will always be grateful that God chose to write them into my story.
1 sweet comments:
This is so sweet.
I miss reading your writing.
It's the best.
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