Not So Fast, Young Lady...

I spent the day yesterday getting my oldest daughter into college. That's her, on the right. We went to an Advising Day to help her figure out exactly what to take this Fall. We waited in line for about an hour and then we finally advanced... to the next line. Yeah, it took what seemed like forever. And whenever we ran into a wall, someone gave us a little tidbit of information that we needed to get. So, we pursued that little tidbit only to find out we were missing another little tidbit. After about six different tidbits, we finally got the big picture. We weren't missing anything. Ugh... thanks people.

So, we left her new campus to try to find her an apartment. This seems like such an easy task, until you actually start doing it. First of all, going to a college town means there are thousands of rooms for all of those students. That just means there are too many choices. After visiting about seven different complexes, we were able to settle on one.

Now my bright and beautiful daughter has a new home two hours away to move into next month. And then it hits me... move? new home? two hours away? what? This is my baby. Okay, she's 18 and has a nose piercing and an elephant tattoo. I guess she stopped

being my baby long ago. But even though I know it's time for her to grow up and start her life...And even though I can't wait to see what she becomes... And even though I know that she will do a great job... And even though there are three other kids that will be staying at home... I don't want to lose my girl. And what will those little sisters do without her. She's the one that paints their nails, and teaches them how to sing and dance. We'll find a way to make it without her everyday. I hope she comes home every weekend, especially if she is using her own gas money.

Now go load the dishwasher. And pick up your brother on your way home tomorrow. You're not gone yet, baby. Oh no, I'm losing my slave too.

Booga-booga-booga. I love you, Boog.