It's girls night with my teacher friends. I'd be lying if I told you I didn't feel a pang of sadness at the fact that I will no longer see them on a weekly basis. Change is hard. And the hardest part of letting go of my job...was letting go of the people. We will still see each other and keep in contact, because they are friends, but our Thursday lunches or our weekly laughs...they won't happen. Everything is a trade off. I get more of my boys, but less of these amazing women. We share stories of our terrible mommy moments in the hopes that the others will nod and laugh and share a similar story. They make you feel normal. So tonight, in the middle of the woods (I mean the freaking wilderness) we ate, drank and laughed. Stories upon stories. Everyone needs a friend like this, the one that will share with you that they yelled at their kids that same morning and fed them pop tarts in the backseat of the car, because yep, they too are imperfect.
It truly is a labor of love each day to search for just the right image(s)...the ones that represent our daily lives...edit them, organize them, write about them. What a wonderful experience and an amazing amount of growth this year for me. It has been a great journey but one I am not jumping into again just yet. I am going to take a breather, let the dust settle and let inspiration find me and lead me to my next project. For now, I will continue to post about our lives but only when I feel it.