For the first time ever, Emma has a best friend that she made on her own and not a daughter or son of one of my friends.
Her friend’s name is Ava and they are in the same class in school and Emma just genuinely loves Ava.
Almost from the first day of school Ava was the little girl that Emma gravitated towards. She is small and blonde, shy when she wants to be, silly, playful and smart and so very much like Emma and they have gotten along like peas and carrots from the beginning.
And she’s moving,
far away,
to Texas.
Ava’s daddy is in the Air Force and they are being transferred and Emma is heartbroken.
She is beside herself and has cried every morning as she gets dressed for school because she knows there are only a few days left until Ava leaves.
Although I have told Emma that I will help her write letters, thanks to our cross country trip, Emma knows all too well how very far Texas is from Pennsylvania and she knows she likely won’t ever see Ava again.
And what’s terrible is, there is nothing I can do to make it better,
there is nothing I can say.
I just have to let the heartbreak happen and just hug her when they say “goodbye” for the last time.
And while it’s all just part of the process of life, it just really truly stinks.