Fly, little one, fly

My youngest child leaves for college today. I will be working a half day, seven hours, on my current temp job, then driving Ali and her stuff down to Southern Oregon University in Ashland. I’ll be back tomorrow in time for the Metro Policy Advisory Committee meeting, I hope.

Stressful? I prefer to think of it as “acutely aware of the intensity of life’s experiences”. And I am confident my daughter will fly with grace and strength — once she gets over the “Remind me again why I’m doing this?” feeling. She’ll remember.