Monday, February 27th 2006
Did I ever tell you about our move to Georgia?
Well, I let it slip on by….the anniversary of our one year of moving to Georgia, so it will be my
Monday Memories. We have been here a year!!! I can’t believe that! Just over a year ago the movers arrived and packed up our house, we left our families and dropped Bubba off in Dallas for the Air Force, which was the hardest thing I had ever done, and then we continued on to head to Georgia…all in one day! Talk about emotional! We had planned to drive to Shreveport, but we ended up stopping in Texarkana, we were so emotionally and physically worn out. I had cried from the time we dropped Bubba off in Dallas to Texarkana and I wasn’t the only one in the car doing so! It was horrible.
We were a little better the next day, though I felt like a part of me was missing, and it was. The drive to Georgia was beautiful, and we were excited on the life we were going to have here. We arrived to Big D’s company apartment that they set him up in, late in the evening and we just collapsed. Touring our new town would have to wait till the next day!
We knew Bubba would be able to make one phone call to us to give us mailing information, etc. We had been warned not to ask questions, let him talk because he would only have a certain amount of time. We were never far from our phones. Every time the phone rang, we ran to it! I needed to hear my sons voice. The day he called, I remember thinking he sounded so grown up, but so far away. My heart just ached.
We toured our new town, which Big D has already been a resident for two months, so he knew pretty much where to go and where everything is. I loved it, everything about it. Big D started showing me the houses he had looked at and the ones he thought I’d like, etc….and so the process began.
One night while sitting in the apartment the phone rang and it was bubba…we knew he shouldn’t be calling, so my heart was racing, I knew something was wrong. He told us he was in the hospital and that he was injured. He hurt his knee, again. It’s the same knee that he blew out three times before playing high school football. He had passed his physical and additonal testing to get in the Air Force because of his knee, and they felt his knee was strong enough to make it in the AF, well it wasn’t. After a couple of weeks, they told him that he was going to get a medical discharge. My son is still dealing with the disappointment of this.
We lived in the one bedroom apartment, Miss Priss, Big D and myself for approximately a month. It wasn’t so bad, but I wouldn’t want to do it again anytime soon!! We found “the” house and it was ready to move in! So with the help of a wonderful realtor, we got in fast.
Knowing that Bubba would be home soon, we got the house in order and his room ready for him. The day he came up the escalator at the airport, and when I saw that tall, handsome boy, (though limping) I’ll be honest, I thanked God for bringing my son home safe and sound. Call me selfish, call me whatever, but call me a mom that loves her son.
This past year has been wonderful, for Miss Priss who has blossomed into this beautiful young woman. She loves it here and never once complains about moving during her high school years. For Bubba who is now working and going to school and finally adjusting to Georgia, though he says “it ain’t no Texas!” And for Big D and myself, not only has it brought us closer as a couple, but it has been one of the best years of our lives, spiritually, financially and personally.
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