Visiting With My Big Kids

As I write this, I'm sitting in a hotel room outside of Washington DC.  I've already spent a fabulous few days visiting with my boy child at BU. I got to watch his accapella group perform, take him out to a bunch of meals he otherwise wouldn't spend his own money on, and just spend some time lurking around his campus. It doesn't matter how far away one lives, it's beyond comforting for a parent of a college kid to get a glimpse (even if it's teeny-tiny) into their lives away from - and independent - of us.

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​Goofy Mama...

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​Happy Mama...

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​Super Proud Mama...!

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My time in Boston with the boy child was most excellent.  I miss him so much, but understand that this phase in his life is as necessary as him learning to tie his shoe, or ride a bike, or wake up to an alarm clock.
He loves me.  But he doesn't need me. At least, not in the way he used to.
So, now I'm in DC, sucking up every moment I can with the oldest girl child. Pictures to follow!