Sunday, June 19, 2011

Sunday Confessions:I'm Going To Miss Her

I'm linking up with the always awesome-sauce Diana over at Hormonal Imbalances today for her weekly hop, Sunday Confessions. Make sure you visit her all.the.time. Because I said so.

Sunday Confession: I'm Going To Miss Her.

Because she's moving. And if she lived here, as in the state I live in, well then it would make perfect sense that I would be missing her. Right? Right.

Only she lives in Colorado right now and is moving to Texas. So how much sense does it make that I'm going to miss her?

That would be zero, zilch, none.

I haven't seen her in person since October and uhm, that was the first time we actually met. But we talk on the phone every day. Sometimes for hours. (Dear husbands, you did not just read that. Really? We are totally working our butts off.)

What started out as a phone call about reflux and her daughter has turned into so much more. First it was questions about blogging. Hers is the first blog I ever read. Ever. And what made me want to do this.  She has the most incredible sense of humor. We started laughing and haven't stopped.

She has become one of my closest friends. I've told her some things I haven't shared with a whole lot of people. She didn't judge. She's become a role model for me in many ways. She is one of the most intelligent women I've ever met.  Her texts are witty and hilarious. I snort and laugh out loud at them, making my husband and random strangers give me the side eye. My kids, although they haven't met her, call her 'Auntie' and know when I'm on the phone with her. (It's not all the time. Really.)

And it makes no sense that I'm crying as I write this.

But she's moving and I'm sad.

Maybe I think she's going to start a new life in Texas and it will be so cool, fun and busy that she won't have time for me and my questions. My insanity of thoughts and ideas. That she'll meet a bunch of girls her age (I'm 10 years older.) and realize I'm no fun, really. 

Because I think she's cooler than Josh Groban. *gasp* *dies* ::headexplosion::

I giggle every time I pick up the phone and I hear, "Soooo, here's the thing." Or she answers the phone, "Hola."

So, she's moving and I'm going to miss her. And we don't live in the same state. And never have.

Because that makes sense.