off he goes...

darling friend leaves this morning for his hometown in VA.
he moved here for a weather job, and that's where we met- when i was still a reporter/weekend morning anchor at our tiny station.

we used to believe he moved here to meet me.

i am SOOOO PROUD of him. For awhile there, he was really stressed and unsure if he was cut out for the business (his thinking) but wasn't ready to give up just yet. That's what i love about him... he doesn't give up. Even when it is against his better judgement.

He's going to be working for the station he used to watch as a little kid. His parents will be able to watch his shows. It's a huge blessing.

{And just so you know, he was offered a job in Colorado and Austin. I am SO VERY proud of him.}

Saying good-bye is always hard... especially when you have to see someone you love leave. Especially when you don't know how long of a good-bye it is.

i told him i was going to pretend he is my Henry.
in fact, last night i was taking a bubble bath (it was hard to hear all the packing tape) and he sat on the floor opposite me and said, "it hasn't really hit me yet..." and i thought out loud, "of course it hasn't for you. You're not the one being left behind."

I felt like Clare:
"It's hard being left behind...
It's hard to be the one who stays."

this wasn't supposed to be a sad post. Honestly.
It was supposed to be a celebration... a celebration of my Max.

Of how very happy and proud his Chunga is for him.

and how much she already misses him.