Driving to Denver

We help our friends move to Denver last year.  I am there again moving them.  We woke up yesrday morning and headed out.  Twelve long hours on the road and we finally made it. They live in a suberb that You can see the mountains from their front window. They are beautiful but rows of houses obstruct the view.  They have a truck coming tomorrow so we can pack everything and move them to yet another suberb still further away from me. I want them to come home. I miss them. The trip was filled with excitment inside of me knowing that I was gonna get to see them.  I don't mind the work of helping them move if it givves me a chance to spend time with them.  We are going to the mountains today so we can see if I can breath up there. I am looking forward to it. I love the mountains. I could eisily be here with them if my job and family weren't holding me in Missouri. As soon as my schooling is finished, my girls are out of high school and I can talk my hubby into it. I will be living right next to them.  We had houses next to each other in Missouri and then they up and moved on me.  That wasn't very nice. It totally changed my life. They are worth driving to Denver for. They are worth driving anywhere for. We only get to stay till Monday and the numb highknee and the hurting legs will not be worth the trip back. I don't mind it on the way here. I know what is waiting when I get here. The great thing about them is I get to relax and not have to worry about pleasing anybody while I am here. I can be myslf and they love me that way.  I will drive to Denver anytime.