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.
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.