Heartbroken

I went to Asheville this weekend, for the first time since we moved a year and a half ago. I went there to see my friend Tara, who is moving to Arizona at the beginning of October. I would like to think that we will see each other again before she moves but we're both so busy and the drive is so long that I just don't see how it's going to happen.

Highlights of the weekend:
(1) I gave her a friendship book that I made that is quite simply the prettiest thing I've ever made. I took pictures of it so I could remember all the different scrapping techniques I employed. I hope to make another book like that again, but hopefully next time it will be for better reasons.
(2) Our boys played together for the first time every. Ben is 2 and Ian is 3 and a half and for the longest time now they've merely co-existed. But by Sunday they were chasing each other around the house having a blast.
(3) Tara and I got tattoos on our ankles. Hurt like a bitch, so so so much more than my back tat did.
(4) Spent $150 on scrapbooking stuff at various stores in the Asheville area. Had I had more time I would have been able to spend oh-so-much more.

We said our goodbyes on Sunday night in Boone; we drove up there that evening to eat dinner at our favorite restaurant there (yes, we drove an hour and a half one way to have sandwiches). We had very little crying, mainly because it really hasn't sunk it for either of us that she is leaving. A month from now I will probably be a mess.