A few hours with my favorite ladies. (Update Part 2 of ????)

I know that there are people whose feelings were hurt when I left, feeling like I had forgotten about them or like they weren't important enough.  I think it is almost an inevitability of new beginnings.  We all want to hold on to some tangible piece of what we leave behind, and fit in that "one last visit" before everything changes.  I can understand it, because I do it myself, but I am able to find some comfort in reminding myself that this isn't Goodbye... It's just See you later. 

There is one woman in my life that I DID have to see, however, and squeeze in those precious few hours.  When you are only a year old, profound changes take place in a matter of weeks, and so much has changed just since the last time I saw Hudson.  She is walking, talking, and is taking on more and more of a personality that is all her own.  She was a little more cautious this time than she usually is, and took a little longer to warm up to us.  Maybe it was because I had an unfamiliar face with me, but it made me realize I have probably been a little neglectful of our FaceTime dates recently.  Note to self: Stop being too busy for the things that matter.

Seeing her with Tricia made me smile.  They got along amazingly, and if I had ovaries, they would probably have been thrown into full-on baby fever.  I'm sure there is a male equivalent, but I dunno what they call it, so you get the point!  We stayed up late talking, and it was nice for everyone to get acquainted, since I kinda plan on keeping her.  After the long day we had, we both crashed the minute we hit the pillow, and the following morning was filled with laundry, rearranging, and getting everythign ready to get on the road.  

Lunch was an amazing (as always) meal at the Smoking Pig, and after a tearful goodbye, we were on the road, wiping away the tears and headed for the West coast!.... Or so we thought.  Two exits down, traffic was at a dead stop, but eventually we did get moving again, with Memphis in the GPS, a full tank of gas, and visions of forever in our heads.

To be continued...