What a heart wrenching weekend. And I’m not just talking about that horribly disappointing game. I don’t really want to get into it here (in part because I don’t feel like crying at the moment), but I will tell you that we had a heart-to-heart (which W initiated), and that I think we’ve reached the beginning of the end in a mutual, more official way.
I’ve been staying busy this week by design, and it has helped me to not spend every night blubbering the way I did Monday when I got home, but I do find myself fighting waves of sadness—like already I am mourning the loss of his independence and our relationship.
Other than that, things are great! Hahaha.
I’m sorry. It’s just hard to think about anything else.
I could really use a snow day.
Love,
Barb
Twenty years, two marriages, two childbirths, three children, three thousand miles... One solid friendship
First Words
Barb: What color is that nail polish?
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
About Barb and Amanda
Barb and Amanda met in graduate school in Boston. Masters in tow, Amanda moved back to the Pacific Northwest, where she subsequently married, then remarried, and is now the mother of three. Barb stayed on the east coast (a few more of those years in Boston), never married, used to visit Amanda often, and is teetering dangerously close to to becoming the kind of teacher she and Amanda said they would never become. Faithful correspondents since they parted ways, only the medium has changed. Back in the day, they actually passed a journal back and forth via snail mail. (Honestly. They are stored in Barb's parents' attic.) This is their first attempt at blogging.
Things That Make Amanda Smile
The Firepit
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