I've joked the last few weeks about our old neighbors' kids having a harder time adjusting to the move to the new house simply because they'll be 7 miles away from their beloved Miki, instead of 700 feet away.
I take it back.
Saturday night, after a long two days helping our friends move into their new place, I had a terrible dream. Josh told me he never wanted me in his house or near his children ever again. I begged and pleaded with him, but he would not relent. I don't remember why he was so adamant about this, but he was. In my dreams, names were called and things were said, and it was all very terrible. So terrible, that when I woke up Sunday morning, I was not entirely sure it had only been a dream.
Sarah assured me today that this whole nightmare couldn't be further from the truth. And that's nice and all, but I miss those guys. I think I'll go eat some jellybeans.