saying goodbye

I grew up on a farm, at least a 1/2 mile away from the nearest neighbor.  One of the sweet and unexpected blessings of living in town has been neighbors who have become dear to us.  This past week, some favorite friends moved away.  We are going to miss seeing these faces appear at our door, asking to play.  We're going to miss a family with common values.  We're definitely going to miss sharing Tobin's pizza at our table.

 Three years apart never seemed to bother these two.

Two years apart never bothered them, either.  I've never seen two minds meld quite the way theirs did.  It was, frankly, a bit scary.

I want to cry looking at these pictures so I think I will be done now.