|The Appalachian Trail - Hot Springs, NC|
I planned on starting to blog again today - well, I guess I am - aren't I?
I planned on a cohesive, chronological dissertation of my travels, ad nauseum.
Time spent with family and friends -
|The fabulous - and I do mean fabulous - Janie Fox|
|My sweetheart of a sister - Vivian|
|My hysterical, kind, awesome hiking and BBQ eating buddy - cousin Jim.|
|Rogers, AR - Oh the beautiful places I've been!|
But I can't blog today.
My face hurts from crying too much.
Aaron is gone y'all.
The selfish punk moved to Chicago this past weekend and starts school
He's in an adorable dorm room on the 10th floor of some University of Chicago building.
He has two adorable roommates - Zacariee and Skyler.
He's so happy and excited.
Maybe a little nervous.
I know what you are thinking - he's not supposed to start school until January - right?
That's why I planned on being gone for most of October - I thought we'd have plenty of time for holiday celebrations - long talks over peppermint mochas and a long drawn out goodbye.
We went down to do some financial papers and the admissions director tells us that he'd like to make an exception and get Aaron in ASAP - the November session if possible.
It was a whirlwind.
I was gone hiking - came home and through a graduation party together for Aaron - then left the very next morning for a few more weeks - came home - and had a week to get Aaron packed and moved up to Chicago.
The stress and sadness of it all promptly made me sick - I'm fighting off a sinus infection or something....
So - I'm not blogging today.
I'm much too sad.
|Our celebratory breakfast at Scrambled Diner in Dyer, IN - 8 months ago we sat at this very table and made a list of plans and goals - he met them all!|
I know I should be doing the Riverdance that I've had a hand in raising such a fine young man, full of ambition, hope and promise.
I will - tomorrow.
Love - the very thing that heals your heart sure has a funny way of breaking it at times.
I look like a wild woman.
I can't flat iron my hair to save my soul.
It looks witch like -
My eyes are bugged out of my head from crying.
The bed is stripped and the sheets have been sitting in the washer all morning.
I don't remember letting the chickens out this morning.
I don't have on a bra.
I think I ate.
I'm wandering aimlessly picking things up and putting them down.
I feel sick to my stomach.
Glenco will come home to a half dressed, swollen eyed, witchy looking wife that is having a bit of a meltdown.
I'm sure he won't notice anything new.
Talk with you all soon - thanks so much for your continuing support and friendship!