Alex is all moved into her new dorm room at her college 7.42 hours away (if I only stop twice) and Marlboro Man, Paige and I driving back to the ranch. Our hearts are heavy but full, and speaking of full, so are our bellies. We’ve never eaten so much queso in our lives.
I can’t write too much right now about the ins and outs of leaving Alex at college, because I’ve sort of leveled out this morning and I don’t want to get myself all worked up and hectic again. I promise, however, to jot down my reflections throughout the week. And come Wednesday or Thursday, my new website will be here, so I’ll have a shiny new place where I can jot down these reflections. And of course, that will totally make up for the fact that I just left my precious baby girl at a huge university 500 miles away after homeschooling her and holding her and petting her and calling her George for the past eighteen years of her life.
Ha.
Very briefly, though, and I mean really briefly because I’m already starting to feel that nose-stinging feeling again: It was a beautiful weekend. I cherished every moment. Alex was so ready, so excited, and so confident in the new chapter she’s beginning.
And there’s a window in her dorm room that lets in the most beautiful light.
And for all of those reasons, I’m heading back home with a smile.
I haven’t walked back into the house yet…but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
