Although saying farewell is a common event in the military life, it doesn't necessarily mean we ever really get used to it. This past weekend we waved good-bye to some of our closest friends. We first met them when we lived in Florida--ten years ago now--where we lived two doors apart from each other. We each had one child then, and they soon became best buddies. While there we both had second children, who were destined to become friends as well. After Florida we were stationed in Virginia together--and although we didn't live as close, we still managed to spend a lot of time together, including a vacation to White Sulphur Springs in Pennsylvania. It was in Virginia that we had our third babies--boys just a month apart. Now, we were lucky enough to be stationed with them again here at Hanscom (where our fourth kids soon buddied up, too), and even luckier to end up as next door neighbors. The two years were not enough, but truthfully no amount of time would have seemed enough. They are such a blessing to us.