Last weekend was historic.
We celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary (w/ silly selfies, because that’s how we roll)…
on the very same day that we took our youngest child to college.
But seriously, we couldn’t be more proud.
He’s studying at Thomas Jefferson’s alma mater.
(Although, apparently, it’s cooler to mention alumnus, Jon Stewart, host of the Daily Show)
This part wasn’t easy though.
We knew it wouldn’t be, having done the goodbye thing with our daughter only 364 days before.
This pic sums up the strange mix of emptiness and freedom
I think we all felt (not that anyone is a horse in this scenario).
But the whole leaving my youngest at college didn’t really hit me until the middle of the weekend,
at 3am to be exact,
I sat up in bed, in the middle of a the dark hotel room
startled from a dream where I was in a room with doors
running around trying to lock them.
(Before you think my dreams are visionary, let me add that there was also a gecko in an envelope in there somewhere.)
The next day, after one more round of parent orientation, we stopped at a park
and rented a jon boat.
We drifted for a couple of hours.
Wrapped up in beginnings and endings
we let our emotions untangle a bit.
And then we headed home. Just the two of us.
But home comforted
and reminded us there’s so much more ahead
(and that the bananas on the kitchen counter were going to keep on ripening no matter what)
Which was perfect for baking some banana bread for care packages. 🙂
What’s your favorite thing to put in a care package (or to receive)? Anything historic happening in your neck of the woods?