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time to let go...

Our #1 arrives back at the shed late tonight,
she cut her vacation short so we could have a few extra peachy days together.
i am tres excited to know i have been given five extra days of us living together at mossy shed.
on friday she is taking me out to see 'her seattle',
from taking the bus into the city,
to the places she likes to visit
i will see it through her eyes.

before she left for the east coast over a week ago
we thrift store frequented like never before.
going to all our favorite ones,
reminiscing about our besty best finds
and both agreeing that thrifting will never be quite the same
without our thrifty buddy by our sides.

as i am tippity tapping this, she has just called from the airport,
waiting for her flight to say

"i have had such good luck mum and i had to call and tell you.
first i found $3 on the ground,
then everyone was really stressed out at the airport desk,
so i told the man not to worry i would come back with my question later.
but he said go ahead, so i asked him if i could change my middle seat out
and he said yes, as i asked so nicely.
then just now i was sitting on the floor reading
and a nice lady comes up and offers me her coupon for a free salad
as she was not going to use it!
so you see, i had to call and tell you mum,
because you are right after all,
i do have good luck, i just have to look for it every now and then.
anyhow got to go, catching my flight soon, i love you"

and i know it will be the same,
when she lives on one continent and i on another.
she will still be wanting to share things with me,
tell me regular everyday stuff.
it may take a little bit of creativity due to time differences
and her college life
but it will be okay in the end...





and the silver lining that keeps the clouds away,
ten years on from leaving old blighty and my family,
i am sending back a piece of me in the way of Our #1

she is thinking as any mother would, it is a wonderful gift to give ~ Tif
 

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