If goodbyes were easy then it means friendships were not created. And as much as I hate saying goodbye, it means that I have someone to say goodbye to. Someone that cares. The larger the tears, the deeper the friendship.
This is so true right now. We were never planning on moving again. We put down our roots and made friendships that we thought would never end. While we are not moving that far away comparatively, Sundays just won't be the same.
Today I sat by one of my dearest friends in Relief Society. She doesn't have facebook and had not read the blog posts. She had no idea we were moving but heard through the grapevine sometime while I was teaching a different Sunday School class. She cried. I tried hard not to cry....
This beautiful sister snuggles (sometimes... if they will let her) my Little Loves for me so I can have a break. Heidi would see her across the chapel and start waving and saying hi while grinning. She laughs with me. She cries with me. She has truly blessed my life.
And now we have to say goodbye. And it is anything but easy.