My in-laws took Will and Fritz to their house on Wednesday morning so that we could move without having to deal with the needs of two small children while we packed and cleaned. David flew in that afternoon and we ran a few errands and then headed to Sushi Diner for dinner. After a month apart, it felt really great to hold hands, smile at each other and have a few days to spend without our kids. Then it was off to pack! We spent all Thursday packing up the U-Haul and then we went to dinner at Piatti with our dear friends. My friend, Stephanie, is so sweet and she wrote a poem about our family that she recited at dinner:
Freshly baked cookies on move-in day from a girl we’d never met.
Her loving gesture touched our hearts; never will we forget.
An instant friend, a radiant soul, that first encounter revealed,
A mother-to-be with love in her heart, creativity, and zeal.
We soon met David, her other half; construction management his trade,
With a huge, friendly heart, always lending a hand and a permanent smile displayed.
Conversationalist and storyteller are two of his talents; is there anything he can’t do? Nada!
He hails from El Centro, a little border town with the best ever carne asada.
Soon their family blossomed as they welcomed little William; a sweet, precious red-haired boy.
Now a whopping 3-years-old he loves dogs, playing with his brother, and dressing up like a cowboy.
Little Fritz came later—a happy little soul—with the most gorgeous auburn locks.
He loves walking and moving, playing and family, and squealing—his cute baby talk.
Elizabeth’s style always set the trend; David’s bonfire-building skills were the best.
And when in a bind, they were there for us—lending a truck or hemming a dress.
She, a culinary whiz; he, a food connoisseur—we undoubtedly trusted their tastes.
In a city so new, they showed us the ropes with restaurant recommendations for days.
From Avalon to Allied Gardens, now Arizona-bound; they’ve moved from place to place.
Still as much as we dislike it, there’s no keeping them around; they’re on their way, post-haste.
We’ll miss all the parties, girls’ and guys’ nights, and potlucks —memories so sweet.
Luckily for us, Lizzy Writes, so we’ll never miss a beat.
Now in the times we miss them most, as we reflect on memories passed,
We’ll remember that kindred friends at first are friends that forever last.