芳鄰之二Genevieve

Everyday, when I look out my back windows, I miss my dear neighbor Genevieve and her family. They moved away months ago, yet I still miss her so darn much.

I miss her sweet French accent. The laughters of her girls playing in the backyard.

In the afternoon, our kids play in front of the Blohowiak's house while moms sit and visit one another. We talk about how much we miss her and her girls' presence. At 4:20, "Here comes Megan's bus!" Hilary would always shout out.

Sometimes when I cook dinner, and if it happens to be one of her favorite dishes, I wish I could just call her and drop off some to share as we've done in the past.

When I put on one of the many GORGEOUS earrings she's made for me, I miss her wonderful talent and her generosity. She's an extremely talented artist, and she always said I was her biggest fan.

It's funny that sometimes when we do mom's night out, several of us would all wear her earrings! We admire her work of art, and even amongst our busy chatting, her presence is sorely missed.

Summer's here and it's BBQ time, and I miss our gatherings. How we'd pass our food across the fence, and one time Will even climbed over the fence!

And the pool parties. Such good times. The kids frolic in the water while the dads barbecue yummies, and us moms chatting away.

I finally joined the Y and tried yoga again, but it was disappointing. I miss the days when she and I sweat in yoga classes together. She does those amazing perfect head stands.

I smile when I think of her. She and her family have been such an extreme blessing to us. When I look out my window and see their old house, I feel an absence. I know they're doing great in their new city, new neighborhood. I say a prayer for them. I hope their new neighbors know how lucky they are.

I love you, my beautiful friend Genevieve.