This week I hugged Whitney and her family goodbye for a little while. Whitney and I were friends in high school and were college roommates all 3 years (even though everyone said we'd get tired of each other). We were in each others' weddings (us: June 2009, them: January 2010), and we were watching a movie at her house the night she told me that she might be pregnant. Even though it was (what we thought of as) bad timing for both of us, we joked about going through that next stage in life together, too. Little did either of us know or expect that about a month after that night I would be texting her with the news that it was happening.
Now we have our boys, Declan and Micah, 5 weeks apart. It would be too perfect for them to grow together and have each other to play with, though. Whitney and her husband have moved to another city in another state for at least a year, and who knows after that? At least our parents still live 10 minutes apart and we can meet up when we're visiting them for the holidays. I'll miss you, Roomie, and I hope that Micah and Declan can play together in the future!