A Love Letter

To X, Louis & Steddles – I miss our Sunday Brunches and Happy Hours, plotting out plans for OBD. I miss hitting up the Ter-gat, searching for bargains and writing each others personal ads. I miss text messaging after American Idol to determine who should stay and I miss wine tastings at Jerry’s.

To Miss V – I miss our lunches, talking about work and our goals, knitting and your family. I miss our afternoon walks and conspiring over Fish Tacos. I miss coming over for dinner and being overwhelmed with children and playing the Weeeeeeeeee.

To Gilbert – I miss our afternoon coffee breaks and mini-snark sessions. It’s just not the same via IM.

To NL - I miss happy hour @ Hall Street and Mingo’s, learning more about the amazing person that you are. You inspire me & I can't wait to meet C.

To Sweetcheeks and my FDB’s – I miss lunches at PF Changes. I miss pretending to know sports just to hang out with you & enjoy your company. I might miss drinking your vodka, but I don’t miss losing my shoes. Ya’ll Rock.

To my Arizona (&soon to be CO) peeps & my family– I miss you always, so not much is new. I just miss you more.

To the former Ms. Sox & hubby – see above. I hope you don’t have Rabies from the MouseCoke Incident of 2008. Much Love.

To Monkey – my Boise Girl, I miss our long phone conversations and being able to run everything by you when I have a decision to make. I miss hearing about your crazy adventures at Sonic and all the things you’d never thought you’d say before you had a kid.

To all my other friends – I miss you too. I just don’t have as much to blog about. Drop me a line and keep me updated, I'd love to hear from you.

And last, to Sabine – I miss you most of all. I miss you sleeping beside me...inching closer and closer until you are practically on top of me. I miss our walks and trips to the dog park and how you keep giving me your Kong (over & over & over again) in hopes that I will give you more peanut butter. I miss the way you sneak between my legs when you are nervous so that I will protect you. I’m so sorry baby, I know you don’t understand why I left and I want you to know that I will be a better (dog)mom when I get home. I promise.