Last Weeks at the Mount

It seems a bit unreal that we have two full days left at the Mount. I am processing it in spurts. Denial. Acceptance. Fear. Tears. Excitement. Today I cried a bit, not about "moving" or at least I told myself that. I love the beach. I loved our little simple life in the 4 blocks that we existed in for two years. I love that Max has a love for all things beach and insists on surfing and skateboarding daily. I love that all the shop owners love Max and he has stolen the heart of every college age girl in a 4 block radius. While I am sad I am truly simultaneously happy to be moving and starting a new thing. We existed at the Mount. We rested. We healed. We grew. Now we are moving forward in a new direction. I am excited to be in a university town again. I am excited to be in around the love of education and the excitement of learning. Good byes stink. I hate them. But they are part of life.

 Here are some of our last couple of weeks at the Mount.

Max and I LOVE going to our music class. He is one of the smallest and youngest there but loves being up front and helping.

He thinks he is 5 I am sure of it.

This is our FAVORITE little friend at Music.  His name is Sam and Max thinks he is the "coolest" big kid ever.

Our very last day of Music at the Mount. I led this morning and laughed a little when all the Kiwi moms said "We are going to miss your enthusiasm and energy" because I think that is code for "We will miss the loud American nutty mom."

One of Max's favorite girl friends.  He would not let her hand go all morning.

Hanging out with Nana at Starbucks getting TONS of sugar!

Our computer sound was going out so Max started praying it would work.  Smiles.

Moving fun.

Pilot Bay and my guys.  Sigh.  Love it.

Family beach time.  Max is showing Daddy a plane.

And telling him what a plane sounds like.

Wearing Daddy's shoes.

Family love.

Daddy's boy.

Morning walks to Starbucks.

My favorite boy.