June...is almost over!

I feel like this month has just began and it's almost over! My second week at the green house went great! I've gotten back on board and been productive. Lexi's Bridal Shower is all mapped out (thank you Jennifer) and her Bachelorette Party is in full swing (thank you Steph)! I've gotten back to making phone calls for my own wedding (booked our wedding night room) and have even made some progress with planning for Miss Fairfax (called about the emcee and drivers for the parade). WHEW!
This weekend mom and dad are going to a wedding so Brett and I will be spending time with the ever so lovely Harms family Saturday!
Then Sunday is Father's Day! We'll be spending time with the lovely Umbarger family!
I only have two weeks at the green house left, which seems crazy!
Next week I'm helping Lee with Tarkio Baptist Church's Vacation Bible School (Themed: Rockin' It Old School) which should be a blast!
May and June sure flew and as I looked back over my posts I've noticed that I haven't really expressed my grief over losing the most dear woman in my life, my grandma.
The first week I cried almost every day, Brett was worried because I would always let myself break down around him! But I started to realize many things. One of those things is that I'm lucky that I got to spend the wonderful years with my grandma that I did. We shared birthdays, Christmases, American Legion Auxiliary, and so much more. I was even lucky enough to share the night I got engaged with her.
My grandma knew that I was student teaching in Fairfax and graduating in December. She knew that I was marrying Brett and even signed his petition approving our marriage. She heard us talk about the plans for our wedding colors, dresses, flowers, cake, DJ, photographer, officiants, church, the whole nine yards. She loved being involved with my future and I'm so glad that I shared those hopes and dreams with her.
Even though this time has been tough and even painful it brings me piece of mind that she knew what laid ahead. She knew Brett and I were going to move into his apartment, what changes we were going to make to it and how we were going to fix it up. Sometimes I think about how she never got to see the apartment and it makes me sad, but I have to stay positive and remember that she can still see me, she is still a part of my life.
I catch myself wanting to talk to her, wanting to call or write. There was one morning that the phone rang early and I instantly figured it was grandma calling to check it like she so normally did. Things like that have been hard to adjust to. Thinking about her not being here when I have a job or children is hard, but I know that she is in heaven and very happy to be there with the love of her life, her Savior, and her many good friends. I have to be happy that she is no longer in pain or suffering. I have to remember not to be selfish. I will one day see my Grams again and when I do I will be so happy!