We are just back from our trip to deliver our youngest to her college overnight, which we did, leaving her at the appointed place to meet her host and other prospective freshmen, then getting out the way.
Long story short, our daughter has decided where she will go to college next year. In the end, she chose here. One of the admissions counselors told us they had decided they wanted our girl in their school from the day they met her last year. All that needless worry. Life is a wondrous thing.
While she was away making her decision, we visited with our son and niece, and my son's best friend from childhood, and his best friend from high school, all of whom attend school in the same town. Our son gave us his time this trip. He hung out with us all day yesterday, and this morning, we picked him up from his dorm for breakfast and he hung out with us again, until his friends started calling to see if he wanted to go swimming in the gorges because it was, for the season and the place, a spectacularly blue day.
I soaked in the gift of being around him, and my niece, and the other two young men.We all went to dinner in town last night, laughing and telling stories and the college kids musing on after-college futures in the diplomatic corps or the secret service or in finance on Wall Street, or in an artists' studio, or maybe an architect's, and of course one a fire department paramedic and the other a dentist, and all of us wondering how our girl's overnight was going, and marveling that our baby was old enough now to be making college decisions and weighing a grown up future of her own.
An update: My mom is home from the hospital and is on the mend. Thank you for the prayers and good wishes and healing chants. Keep them coming. You are all magical beings. Love.