We, the Watsons, have a lot of friends. Both Robert and I are pretty social and we love to make new friends. Being in the military facilitates this hobby of making friends.
Once in a while, we meet new people and instantly know in our mind that we will become good friends with them. That’s what happened when we first met the Webers. We all moved to Misawa in August three years ago. We had three kids—and they had three kids (we even lucked out with their gender/age fit), Robert was a dentist—and Tom was a dentist, Bridget played the piano—and I played the piano. What else could you ask for? And THEN we ended up living on the same street, just several houses separating us. Robert somehow magically ended up sharing an office (well, technically, he calls it a closet) with Tom. And we also went to church together. Needless to say, we really were meant to be friends. In fact, to other people we seemed to be so close that they often mistook Robert for Tom (“tall, dentist, name starts with “W” and he sings”, we won’t mention the hair thing).
Over the past three years, we have become great friends. We have gone through a lot together—happy days and sad days, exciting trips and depressing events. Our kids spent numberless hours playing with each other migrating from the “woods” by the Webers to the Watsons’ backyard. We were comforting and talking to each other through the whole ordeal that happened in March 2011, helping each other to get through those very difficult days of our lives. Bridget was there right after I listened to the message on Skype from my family that my dad passed away. She ran over to my house after her husband called her from work and took my kids so I could take care of everything I needed to do—no questions asked. The Webers made it possible for Robert and me to go to Australia with no kids at the worst possible timing of Foot Mouth and Hand disease epidemics in Misawa. I won’t even mention how many times we watched each other’s kids, simply because that’s what friends do (well, and because the kids really did enjoy playing with each other).
As I am writing this, I am holding back my tears. It has been only ten days since the Webers left (it seems like it’s been forever). They moved a little earlier than us because Tom was accepted into a dental residency program that specializes in facial pain, and it begins in July. Of course, we really hope to see them again soon, although residency always means crazy hours and no vacation days.
Before the Webers left, we made sure to spend as much time as possible with them.
Once in a while, we meet new people and instantly know in our mind that we will become good friends with them. That’s what happened when we first met the Webers. We all moved to Misawa in August three years ago. We had three kids—and they had three kids (we even lucked out with their gender/age fit), Robert was a dentist—and Tom was a dentist, Bridget played the piano—and I played the piano. What else could you ask for? And THEN we ended up living on the same street, just several houses separating us. Robert somehow magically ended up sharing an office (well, technically, he calls it a closet) with Tom. And we also went to church together. Needless to say, we really were meant to be friends. In fact, to other people we seemed to be so close that they often mistook Robert for Tom (“tall, dentist, name starts with “W” and he sings”, we won’t mention the hair thing).
Over the past three years, we have become great friends. We have gone through a lot together—happy days and sad days, exciting trips and depressing events. Our kids spent numberless hours playing with each other migrating from the “woods” by the Webers to the Watsons’ backyard. We were comforting and talking to each other through the whole ordeal that happened in March 2011, helping each other to get through those very difficult days of our lives. Bridget was there right after I listened to the message on Skype from my family that my dad passed away. She ran over to my house after her husband called her from work and took my kids so I could take care of everything I needed to do—no questions asked. The Webers made it possible for Robert and me to go to Australia with no kids at the worst possible timing of Foot Mouth and Hand disease epidemics in Misawa. I won’t even mention how many times we watched each other’s kids, simply because that’s what friends do (well, and because the kids really did enjoy playing with each other).
As I am writing this, I am holding back my tears. It has been only ten days since the Webers left (it seems like it’s been forever). They moved a little earlier than us because Tom was accepted into a dental residency program that specializes in facial pain, and it begins in July. Of course, we really hope to see them again soon, although residency always means crazy hours and no vacation days.
Before the Webers left, we made sure to spend as much time as possible with them.
We went out on a double date to the French restaurant “Marche”.
Robert’s scallops and rice (the portion was quite small for his liking, good thing we had yummy French bread as well).
Bridget and I had this marvelous chicken and mushroom pot pie. I order this every time. I love it!
Sunday before the Webers left we had them over for dinner. One of the kids took this picture. At least in this one, no one’s head is missing;).
Kids had a great time playing crazily in the back yard. Notice, now the Webers have four kids
And here is Bridget and I, one last time.
Webers, we miss you and will always remember you!
Lyana
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