I hosted a visit with my Tuesday playgroup girls from Colorado this past weekend. We had a wonderful time. No, better than a wonderful time. We miss each tremendously; after three solid years of being together, the Diaspora of Summer 2006 that split some of us up has been difficult. Not just for the mamas, but for the little kids, too—both the ones pictured and the many who are not. These women are a prime illustration about what I love and hate most about the transient Air Force life: we are originally from Colorado, Hawaii, California, Michigan, North Carolina, Minnesota, Indiana, and Ohio, but together we are from Colorado. Without the Air Force depositing the non-townies at the foot of Pike's Peak, this pack wouldn't exist. I am a better mama and friend because of these women. I am acutely aware of their absence, yet beyond grateful for their presence.
As the weekend came to an all-too-short end and everyone headed back to their homes in Colorado, Alaska, and California, we know that we will see each other again. It's the when part that is uncertain. But we will. With a group like this, lightning doesn't strike twice.