On the phone last night, my daughter told me with great excitement that the theme of the banquet at camp tonight will be mardi gras. "Isn't that awesome synchronicity, Mom," she said. "I was like, are you kidding me?" And she told me that in honor of Harry Potter she was making a wand in the art shop, that she had found the perfect stick in the woods and was busy cleaning and sanding and carving it. Did I mention she is a Harry Potter fan? On postsecret.com, we once saw a postcard that someone had sent that said, "I didn't do drugs because I didn't think Harry Potter would approve," and she said, "Yes! Somebody understands!" Last night she also said, when I mentioned something about college visits this fall, "Oh Mom, I have no idea how I am going to go back to school and all that. I am so deeply a summer person. This might be the best summer of my life." Lord, we love when our babies are happy, and they are. I'm in a happy mood this morning too. I'm with my love of 25 years, off on a grand adventure.
From the depths of me, I want to thank each of you for the wise and thought-provoking and ultimately equilibrium-restoring comments on my last post. This place can be like group therapy of the most generous sort, and I am grateful and humbled. I'm sending big carnival floats of love.