Sigh

It's been a really decent week here. J.J. is recovering really well from his knee surgery and is speaking better and better all the time. I keep encouraging him to go back in to RWA to show people how well he's doing. He keeps saying he will, but hasn't yet. Think he's hoping that the next time he walks in, he'll be coming back to work. And it's not going to be long now. Our family doctor originally told us 8/24, but I wouldn't be surprised if she sends him back before that. I definitely don't think (barring any other mishaps) that it will be any later.

The kids are doing great. We've decided on a new school for Eli for next year. It's a charter school focusing on math and science and he's really pumped about going there. He earned his dark blue belt in taekwondo over the weekend and should make black belt within the next few months. He's accompanying me to my engagement photo shoot tomorrow since he's showing so much interest in photography. He's also been taking Foods through 4-H and is becoming quite the proficient baker. Leah is getting ready to start swimming lessons again and is just generally being the best, cutest, smartest, most independent little girl I could ever want.

So things were going pretty well.

Then I found out that my best friend will be moving in a month to Wisconsin. Won't get into the details (it's not really my story to tell) but it just bites so much. I know it's best for her, but I can't help but wonder about my support system. She's been my backup plan if anything else goes wrong with J.J., like if I need someone to sit with the kids in the middle of the night while I run to the hospital. Now I guess I need a plan B.

Sigh.