Two years since we've met up for middle of the week pumpkin soup.
Two years since we've cooked from the milk calendar together.
Two years since she's baked us a cake.
Two years since she's hugged my kids.
Two years since we sat up drinking Corona's together.
Two years since I've asked her if she wants to listen to Michael Bolton. (Even though she always says no.)
Two years since we've watched a crappy made-for-TV movie that was so bad that we couldn't even manage to get up to turn it off.
Two years since we've had games night with friends at her house.
Two years since I called her just to say hi.
Two years.
It's a long time to have your best friend be half-way across the world.
Yesterday seems like a blur. Maybe even a dream. I remember being at the airport, anxiously watching each time that sliding door opened, trying to catch sight of her.
And this morning I walked into my kitchen and there she was eating Fruit Loops with my kids as if she'd never left.
The two years have felt like a lifetime. And yet today it feels like she was never gone.
Welcome home, wb. Welcome home.
xoxo
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