Bittersweet

So one week from tomorrow will be Landon's last day at MOKK and our last day living in Mt Olive. We're packing up and heading to Spring Hope next weekend.....next weekend, wow. I'm so happy to be going back home and being so close to family but I am going to miss terribly my "family" here. One of the biggest reservations I have about moving is Landon leaving MOKK and MiMi, Nancy and TeTe. They have truly been second moms to Landon and I feel like they love him like I do. I'm going to miss them terribly and I know he is too. He's a fairly easy going child and he plays well with other kids so I really hope this transition will not be difficult for him. The new daycare he is going to be going to in Spring Hope I'm sure is great. I got the name and recommendation from someone I trust. When we went and looked at it, Landon took real well to the kids and I even left him outside by himself for about twenty minutes while I went inside to look around and do paperwork...he never missed a beat. When I came out he threw up his hand and said "hey mommy." I had to pry him away. I have no doubt that they will take good care of him, just not sure they will take "special" care of him like he gets at MOKK. Oh how I will miss you ladies.
I have met so many wonderful friends here. I'm going to miss my co workers at GWC and Landon's play dates with Ady and our adult play dates with Ady's parents. I have friends in Spring Hope but I've also been away for almost ten years. We aren't the same people as we were in high school and I guess my fear is that I "wont fit in" anymore. Bittersweet feelings all around. Landon is going to love having Nana to spoil him everyday. He talks about Daniel, Shanna and GG daily so he is going to love seeing them a lot more. We are making the right decision, I know we are.
Any reservations I may have had about moving were washed away this week. My grandma found out she has breast cancer on Tuesday. Her surgeon at Duke is very optimistic and said that it was caught very early. She is scheduled for a lumpectomy June 15. I feel like that was God's way of giving me that one last push that it's time to "go home." I'm going to enjoy both of us recovering from our surgeries together. I've always cherished my time with grandma. Looks like both of us are going to be shelling butter beans and peas this summer while everyone else does the hard part of picking them. Oh how I've missed eating fresh veggies out of the garden every day.
Surgery for me is all set for June 1. I go for my pre op appt with Dr Olson and the anesthesiologist next Wednesday and my wonderful friend Becky is joining me for the ride. I can't believe how time has flown by and my surgery is only three weeks away. It makes my stomach churn. Am I making the right decision having this done now, when Landon is so young and won't understand. But will it be any easier next summer when he's more active...No. It will never be easy and I just have to accept that. I'm tired of hurting and not sleeping. I'm tired of my hip popping out of joint when I go to stand up.

So many changes are happening at one time. Only 2 couples have looked at our house and we are having an open house this Sunday and I just pray that someone will like it and we can get rid of it. Having a mortgage off our hands while I'm not working for three months would be wonderful. If you're reading this and know anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone who wants a lovely house in Mount Olive, send them our way.

Until next time.....