Moving Day

Our neighbors are moving across town and JBP's not taking it well.

They moved into our cul-de-sac just months after we did. Their three kids have been nearly constant companions for JBP ever since. By the end of the weekend they'll be gone for good.

Today they began loading up and moving out. JBP said a tearful goodbye to the kids and then came home sobbing. After about 15 minutes crying his eyes out in my arms he sniffed himself quiet. Then he went to his bedroom window, crossed his arms on the sill, placed his chin on his hands and just stared out the window at the proceedings.

He drifted back and forth between his window and our bedroom window for about half an hour or so before noticing the kids had come outside to play. He went flying out the door to join them, for whatever time remains.

JBP has had friends move away before. But never ones who lived on his street and he saw on a nearly daily basis. This is hitting him much harder and for the first time he's realizing what it means to have friends move away. Poor little bugger. It's hitting him hard.

Nimitz' Lady