Another overdue post. So what else is new?
The whole Camp Lynchburg thing is over. I can’t pretend anymore. My baby boy, my first born, my male heir is in college. But I’m okay with it. I guess the camp delusion eased me into the truth.
While Todd and Taylor were in class, this is what Hannah and Katie and I did:
There was the most fabulous old building on the riverfront with these awesome red doors!! I could have spent hours in that section of Lynchburg – just me and Precious, taking pictures of anything we wanted to.
Other weekend activities included dinner at Cracker Barrel complete with a game of checkers between the siblings on the front porch; a football game for the boys and browsing Pier 1 and Bed, Bath and Beyond for the girls; Starbucks; Cold Stone Creamery; the mall; a movie; good old Southern BBQ; the college book store; and a last hurrah at IHOP before we took Taylor back to his dorm and hit the road to come home. We were going to go to the campus church service, but didn’t want to subject Hannah to that many people in a small, confined place (low white count) so we went to breakfast instead.
It was so great to see him. Really, really great, scruffiness and all. He gets to come home for a few days next week for their fall break. He hadn’t originally planned on coming home for the long weekend, but then he found out the college will be completely closed. I’m glad he gets to come home, especially because Katie’s voice recital will be the Saturday he’s here. There is a fly in the ointment, however. I won’t be here to see him.
Yes. That’s what I said. I won’t be here to see him. I’ll be in the Land of Enchantment, visiting my parents and my sister and her family. My other sister is going to be there for part of the time, too. It’s always fun when we’re all together so I’m really looking forward to it. Except the sisters usually gang up on me and pick on me just because I’m the baby. But that’s okay. I think I can take them. And if they try to leave a comment here saying that I’m full of balony and I deserve what I get, don’t believe them. (They lie)
Anyway, I’m sad I’ll miss my boy, but I’m excited about my visit so it’s okay. I’ll catch him next month for Thanksgiving.