Moving

We are getting ready to move again.   I've been walking around in a total funk today, blaming my book, blaming dehydration, blaming everything except for the people who deserve to be blamed.  My lame friends.   My lame friends who have made Boston home.  My lame friends who I have laughed with, parented with, and cried with.  My lame friends whose children pray for me and my baby by name each night.  Those are the sorts of lame friends I have been blessed with here in Boston.  Ones who only become lame when our lives separate and they require me to try to figure out how to make our lives work without them.

Jack's been a total mess this past week too.  Falling to the floor, crying over every little thing.   Today Jack told me how sad he was and how much he was going to miss Zack.  Turns out the little fellow thought Zack was moving tomorrow along with some of our friends to Michigan.  Without us.  I reassured him that Zack was our Papa and our home would always be with him.  And that's when I realized I would have been falling to the floor and crying over every little thing too if I thought Zack were moving without us.  So instead I try to remember how blessed I am to be so in love with my husband, and how blessed I am to be so in love with my son, how blessed I am to be so in love with this new life kicking around inside of me, and mostly how blessed I am that where ever life takes us in this world, we will go together.

But for today moving's lame.  And having the kind of friends that make our hearts hurt to leave is even lamer.  But we love them.  Lameos.