As much as I hated Augusta when we first moved here, it’s really grown on me. I made friends here. I have local restaurants that I love. The shopping’s good(probably too good, actually). I love my house. I love my job. And I will miss all of these things when we leave. But that being said, there are days like today make me more homesick than ever. I’m sick. Marshall’s sick. Emmie’s fussing. Tucker’s being belligerent. And I need help. I want my mommy. And I know that she’ll do whatever it takes to help me out. But I still feel bad calling her. I know that as soon as I hear her voice, I’ll cry. (She has a way of doing that to me-in a good-I-love-you-no-matter-what way.) And I’ll ask her to come, and she’ll come if she can. And she’ll be happy to do it. Because that’s what mommies do. But in just a few more months, it won’t be quite such a big deal when I need help. Instead of being 2 hours away, she’ll be 2 minutes away. Instead of sending me “Get Well” flowers(like she did today-did I already say she was an awesome mom??), she can give me “Get Well” hugs-which everyone knows is much better! I just can’t wait to be back home…I miss it. And all that goes with it. Only 5 months to go! Watch out Haddock…here we come!
**Update: I did call…I did cry…she is coming. Thank the Lord for great mommies like mine!**