It's better to have gone and left then to have never gone at all...

So on Monday morning I woke up and headed South towards home. I've never been good at good-bye's, let me restate that I'm REALLY bad at good-bye's. It usually takes me a good 24 hours to get past the tears. When I was at my Miss BFF's house the night before she gave me a card to read that I had written to her oldest son when he was born, she had kept it and now he keeps it in a special place. I wish that I would have made a copy, I was a 17 year old who nothing about a baby, but I told him I wanted to be the first person to ever write him because I knew I wouldn't be there for a lot of his firsts and that it made me very sad. But that I loved him so very much and he would always be in my heart everyday. I hope those two little ones know how much I love and miss them. I pray everyday for them and God's plan for them. Thanks to texting being the cool thing to do, they have no problem giving me a "shout out" almost everyday and I love every minute of it.
Leaving Granny is even harder... it's been a week and I'm still fighting the tears. She is my greatest supporter. Words can't express how I feel for her. When I was a young girl, I stayed the summers at my grandparents house from the day school got out til the day before it started. I can remember growing up every Sunday morning while getting dressed for church they would listen to Charles Stanley, a well-known preacher in Atlanta. I never thought much of it at the time. But now that I'm older as I'm flipping though the stations getting ready on Sunday mornings (or lying in bed when I should be getting ready) I turn to Charles Stanley and watch. A few years ago, he was preaching a sermon on the value of telling your children about Christ and how that was the most valuable inheritance you can give them. I sat on the bed listening and weeping. And I had the opportunity to do something I will never regret and I hope one day will bring me comfort. I picked up the phone called my grandmother and asked if she was watching Charles Stanley and of course she was. And I said "thank you". I was 13 years old when I gave my heart to the Lord in the living room of their house. I wasn't a perfect child/teenager but I knew I always answered to someone much bigger than my mom or grandparents. I knew there was someone who loved me more than they could. And I praise him everyday. We talked til we both missed Church. I told her everything that I appreciated about her and my grandfather and told her stories of things that I remembered about their love for their family and each other, that she didn't even realize I'd noticed. I feel so blessed that I was able to tell her how I felt while I have the opportunity.

This was going to be a post about my trip home but it brought me to another place. But thank you for listening.

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
~ Dr. Suess