Growing up is hard to do

This life I have here...it's pretty close to perfect.  But the older I get, the more I understand that nothing ever is.  My husband, my pups, our life together provides me with more happiness than I ever thought possible, but yet I yearn for the missing parts.  My best friend in all the world is preggos with her second child...and I'm missing it.  I'm missing watching her belly grow before my eyes, I'm missing shopping trips to pick out themes for the nursery, I'm missing every other day mexican lunches to satisfy her suiza's cravings.  All things I was very much a part of with her first child.  And it's not just the fun stuff I'm missing, I'm missing the "I feel like shit and could probably use a hug from my best friend" moments too.  Let's face it, a text hug just isn't the same.  But this is what growing up and starting your own family entails...especially when the start of your family is more than two hours away from all of your family and friends.  We make sacrifices and choices that are so much harder than any decision we made while in college.  And do I feel sound and confident in my choices?  Absolutely.  But every once in a while, I stop and I realize how different things are now.  And it literally takes my breath away.

Kendra I love you so much and couldn't be happier for you...I wish I was there too. xoxo