“I couldn’t have written the script if I had tried.” I’ve made this statement again and again over the past eight months.
Last February John’s mom passed away. That set into motion a series of events that led to us moving back to Georgia and into the house John grew up in.
I stood in the kitchen and burst into tears. Standing beside me John didn’t know whether to hug me or suggest a psychologist. My outburst was abrupt. I used to be a crier, but since I’ve gotten older, not so much.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“EG is starting kindergarten next year.” I managed to get out between sobs.
Today my youngest baby, ME, turns two, and boy do I love her with more love than I can hold! I say youngest “baby” because I still call both my girls my babies, and I always will – at least behind their backs.
We’ve been back in Georgia for about four months now, and it’s been fun noticing the differences between living in the two states. When we lived in North Carolina we could always tell the culture was different from Georgia, even though both states are in the south, but it was hard to explain those differences.
Here’s a fun post about what I’ve noticed. And if you’re familiar with life in Georgia and North Carolina maybe you can relate.
Hey there! Well, it’s been a while. Life got crazier than usual this summer and something had to give. My blog gave. Along with some other things.
This summer we moved from North Carolina back to our home state of Georgia. We’re thrilled to be home even though we left behind friends we love and nine years of life-changing life.
Why is she getting that? She doesn’t deserve it! I’ve been asking God for that for years. I’m the one who is over here working and sacrificing! She doesn’t do half of what I do! God answers everyone’s prayers but mine! I must be doing something wrong! Or she’s the one doing something wrong! That’s it. There’s more to all these good things happening in her life!
My thoughts overtook me as I got off the phone with a friend. She was moving into her forever house in the neighborhood I once commented to my husband was my “dream neighborhood.” For months dissatisfaction had been growing with our house and neighborhood. Now my friend was getting what I wanted first. (more…)
