Sometimes I go to the basement where my son made his second bedroom right before he left for college 3.5 years ago. The one he made out of a waterbed, a sleeper sofa, and a bunch of Steamboat Springs ski posters. Even though he spends 99% of his time in Boulder, I still feel a lump in my throat that gets tangled with a smile every time Im down there. He called this afternoon to tell me the adventures he and his friends had down in Texas. It was encouraging hearing the ways a 22-year old wizens to the world. I told him the same thing I told my girl when she was 22: Enjoy these next five weeks. Dont take them for granted. Look around. Be in the moment. In five weeks youll no longer be a college kid. Yeah, I know he said thoughtfully. These are the moments a mama lives for.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 02:29:41 +0000
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