Not so much.
I went up and took Helen out to dinner on Friday night. It was great. She brought a bunch of her music from classes with her. Showed me these “beautiful chords” from a big choir piece. Some jazz ensemble stuff. Very exciting. She told me stories that made me laugh my bar-room laugh (n’er a dainty giggle from me). We ate. We shopped a little. I drove her back to her dorm. Then, drat, we said goodbye.
Moving in
Um. Excuse me, but is this going to get easier? I cried the whole way home. I’m sure it didn’t help that we were listening to that Taylor Swift song, “The Best Day with You” …
And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
For staying back and watching me shine
And I didn’t know if you knew, so I’m takin’ this chance to say
That I had the best day with you today
Five Halos 
Kristine,
Having been doing the “college” thing with two of my children for a few
years now, I still say it isn’t any “easier.” What I will say is that when they
are packed up and moved in to school, I have felt a sense of God’s grace….
having faith and believing that they are exactly where they should be and fulfilling their own destiny. Letting our children go is so bittersweet….but
so necessary. You are always in my prayers…Love ya!
Thanks Patricia. Bittersweet is right. I LOVE all the good stuff. And all of it is good. And it’s not like I miss having a little one around … because, of course, I’ve got a few of those. It’s just that separation pain. Whatever that is.