Fairy Tales
It seems wherever I go,
people come into my life or out of it
touching me where I can feel
then leaving me only a memory,
like the gossamer fairy tales of children-
easily forgotten,
and I wasn't through knowing them.
How do I know who I am seeing for the last time?
How do I halt your life to gather and keep all those around you that you've known?
And how do I keep fairy tales from losing their magic?
Yet come,
brush against the walls of my life
and stay long enough for us to know each other.
Even though we'll have to part sometime
and we both know the longer you stay,
the more I will want you back when you are gone.
But come anyway,
for fairy tales are the happiest stories we ever read
and great books are made of little chapters.
-Chester Swor
I really had a hard time with the unexpected news that our good friends, the Pughs, were moving to Utah. Why can I not just keep all of the people I like (you know who you are!) within a 5-mile radius for forever? Can we not all just get together and commit to buy houses in the same cul-de-sac and be an active part of each other's lives for the rest of our lives? Do you think that's maybe what Heaven is like?
Well, thanks Pugh family for the little chapters and happy stories! We'll be friends forever, even if we can't be neighbors!
And on a lighter note, I had to chuckle at Henry's heart-felt going away card to the Pughs. He is such a boy - no understanding of sentimentality at all:
6 comments:
Oh, and I will be sad not to see both of you in each other's blog pictures. But happy that perhaps I'll get to see the Pughs in Utah! Jenn: this means you and Christina have to come visit too!
<3
The more of your friends that move to Utah, maybe the better chances of you moving back too? eh? What fun pictures. You are beautiful Jenn! Miss you
Break my heart! Oh we miss you so much already. LOVE that poem. That perfectly captures how I feel about our Boston family. Thank you again for everything. After we buy a house you should come move in with us. we could convert it into a two-family house. Anything else might feel creepy to me after all this time.
Heaven definitely means never having to say goodbye! I learned that many years ago when all of you kids began moving away. It never gets any easier . . . BUT the pain is also an indication of love and happy memories and we would never feel sad if we hadn't first felt glad.
I'm still over-tired from our long trip back here/late night/early morning today...so here I am crying and crying at this post, at that poem. Thanks for letting us come be with you and your family. Thos pictures are simply magical. I think you are BEAUTIFUL.
I especially love the pictures of the kids. Those are so Great.
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