Can umbilical cords reach all the way to Ga.?

It isn’t really July, is it? It can’t be. And yet, I distinctly remember Bill and I took Kennedy out to eat last night with her friend Ally Ibarra.

I distinctly remember we sang “Happy Birthday” to Kennedy, while Bill bellowed the “you look like a monkey and you smell like one too” version, loudly enough to drown the rest of us out.

So it must be July, but I just can’t wind my mind around it.

Because that means I only have two more months before Bill and I have to take Kennedy and drop her off at school in Savannah, Georgia.

I’ve looked at the map about ten times in the past week. I’ve looked at the distance between Savannah, Georgia and Rockdale, Texas and my heart.

I keep silently willing the map to change and the distance to get shorter. I just know that the next time I look at the map, it won’t be quite so far.

But so far, no luck.

Bill has taken to hiding my reading glasses from me. He’s also started hiding the Road Atlas as well.

I have the Rockdale-Savannah page saved with a paper clip.

Once, I even noticed the paper clip had been removed. But get real, I have other paper clips.

And when the obsession is strong enough, nothing can stand in your way.

My baby is going away, to live in Savannah, Georgia. Without me!

How am I going to drop her off, how am I going to be able to stop hugging her, turn my back to her, get into the car and drive away?

How am I going to be able to let her go?

I’m sure Kennedy and Bill have given this some thought themselves.

There was an interesting birth story when I had Kennedy and it also involved my little brother Kevin.

Only this story wasn’t quite as comical.

My beloved Poppy died on July 3, 1991. Kings Daughters Hospital in Temple sent me home, still in labor, for the second time, also on July 3, 1991.

I remember Mom and Dad met me at the house when I got back home. They asked me to sit down and I did, still moaning out labor pains. They gently broke the news to me.

Then Kevin came over. He was devastated, he and Poppy had always been so close. The rest of this story is too precious to share, I’ll keep this memory to myself.

The next day was July 4th so of course nobody wanted to do a C-section on that day, except for me.

Kennedy was born at 8:14 a.m. on July 5, 1991 and Poppy’s funeral was held that same summer morning.

As one life ends, another begins, I think that’s what the preacher had said.

And my little Kennedy made her entrance into the world.

So you see, even though it’s an awesome opportunity for her, SCAD in Savannah, Georgia, her Mama is having a bit of a hard time letting her go.

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