It isn't goodbye

Yesterday, was a very eventful, chaotic, and sad day for us. Yesterday, was the day that Grandma C. aka Johanna aka Mom moved out of her place in Seattle. I have mentioned in previous posts that Johanna has lived part time in Seattle for the last two years. She has rented a water view studio apartment next to the Sculpture Garden. After consideration, she decided to travel a bunch this year (following Misha's passing) and give up her apartment. This was the right decision, however, that means we aren't going to be seeing her nearly as much.

Selfishly, Johanna's time in Seattle has been invaluable to me. She has routinely watched Mae for me (giving me many needed breaks while pregnant and while having Whit), she watched Whit for the days I have to work coop, she pitched in when we have doctor's appointments/meetings/are sick, and she was mine and Pearson's date night babysitter.

In addition to all the number of things she does for ME, Mae absolutely adores her Grandma C. Whitaker is starting his adoration. Furthermore, Pearson benefits from having his mom around. And even though this isn't goodbye (Johanna can come stay with us anytime), it felt like a very sad day.