We met our freshman year of college in Southern California; K.C. from Arizona, me from Washington state, both away from home for the first time and eager for what was to come. We became fast friends, rooming together for the next three years, nearly losing our friendship over a boy, but creating the deepest friendship we’ve both ever known.
After college, she married an Army doctor and moved to Texas.
Ryan and I got married and came back home to Seattle.
My second baby and her first were born 2 weeks apart. Our third and her second are 4 days apart.
She walked with me through thousands of tears – the sadness and pain and slow healing – when my family fell apart and parents got divorced. I cried with her through her husband’s deployment and miscarriages and scary diagnoses. And we’ve laughed until we cried more times than I can count. We’ve grown up together, me and K.C.
When they got military orders to move to Washington in 2009, it was a dream come true. We talked them in to living with us and eventually buying a house in our neighborhood even though it gave Dan a long commute. We knew it would be the only time we’d live in the same state, let alone within walking distance.
Audrey was the first of my babies K.C. could meet in the hospital; I was in the room when her youngest was delivered. The kids go to school together and we carpool and meet up at the park and borrow eachother’s clothes and she leads our women’s bible study.
Who would have thought those two freshman girls would be doing life together 17 years later.
And today, her family has moved away.
We’ve known it was coming – it’s what military families do – but this moment crept up on us so quickly.
Our friendship will be fine. I know this. We’ve loved each other for this long and done distance before, so I know it will be fine. We’ll talk on the phone as we drive our kids to school, or text when something funny happens and take trips to visit each other. We’ll be fine.
But I sure will miss her.
We adore you Dan, K.C. & kiddos. XOXO