(Those teenagers don’t look overly happy about the prospect…)
We arrived with our twenty-something bags and boxes, dizzy with jet lag wondering what adventures lie ahead.
And what a ride that semester was!
There is rarely a day that goes by that I don’t think about how grateful I am for that small snippet of time.
…for all we learned and the adventures, good and bad, but even more for the way it slowed down life for our family and helped us soak each other in in a different way.
Today, August 26th a year later, my already huge gratitude for that time grew even more because today is the day we packed up again on a different adventure:
To take Max to BYU.
And once again we are facing some trepidation and great anticipation of grand adventures (except our roles are kind of reversed from last year…this time around Max is all about the anticipation, he’s so excited!)
Last night, after our “last supper” together and a whole slew of tears (it’s been weeks in my case), I found Lucy writing this note:
Like Lucy, I’m not really ok (at all) with this boy of mine leaving the nest but somehow even though it’s gonna break my heart to leave him behind, I am joining in his excitement.
He grew by so many leaps and bounds last fall semester and I know this will be the same, yet oh so different.
And I’m so excited to see how it rolls.