I watched the two of them walk ahead of me for the almost-two-block distance to our house.
For the last time.
Hands clasped, any passerby would have believed they’d been friends for so much longer than a month.
And I thought back for a few moments…
It was a normal, early-June day, and a girl from the neighborhood, one I’d seen a few times, rode her bike down our sidewalk. My four-year-old was playing on her swing set, and I watched as the girl slowed her bike and came to a stop.
That was the only invitation my Mae needed.
Running over to her, she greeted her already-friend, and the two of them were playing together in seconds.
A few weeks later, her mom stopped by and chatted with me. Though I’d talked with her a handful of times in our four years on Wisconsin Street, this was the first time we’d talked in depth.
And it was in that conversation she mentioned she and her daughter were moving several states away at the end of July.
My heart felt a little pinch as I realized this new friendship for my daughter (and for me) was only for a short season.
And I realized that there have been times in life when I’ve questioned the seasons God gives us.
Today I’m over at God-sized Dreams, talking about the seasons He gives…and how He’s teaching me to trust that they are good. Join me?