Childhood,  Friendship,  Marriage Confessions,  Moving

Tomorrow is Going to Be a Great Day

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Tomorrow will be a great day.

No. Tomorrow will be a FANTASTIC DAY.

Because tomorrow, these boys will be in my house.

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I’ve missed them in my house. I’ve missed them at my kitchen table. I’ve missed them making plans to show up at our house on a Friday, but then showing up on Thursday night…or afternoon…or morning… I’ve missed them on my back deck after dinner, drinking beer, and talking about nothing until the wee small hours of the morning. I’ve missed them stealing my camera and taking pictures like this…

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Or this…

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Chris and Justin have been best friends for seventeen years. And, though they lead very different lives now, they are still like brothers.

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Which in turn makes him like my brother. Which in turn make him like my sister’s brother, too. Which in turn makes him like family.

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More specifically, like that drunk family member that always shows up, drinks your beer, hits on your friends, and then goes home. He’s that family member.

And then there’s Gary.

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Gary is the kind of friend everyone should have. He makes no demands of you, expects nothing from you, and will be there in a split second when you ask. And sometimes, even when you don’t ask. I think he has helped us move, like, five hundred thousand times. Roughly. He’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.

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When we moved away from Connecticut, leaving our entire group of old friends behind was the hardest part. They were such fixtures in our lives and in our home. They shared every milestone with us.

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And we miss them now.

But tomorrow? They’ll be here. In our kitchen again. Sitting on our back porch. Eating our food. Drinking our beer. And wine. And whiskey.

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And that is why tomorrow is going to be a great day.

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