Our last night together was sweet. We packed the car, ate dinner together, and watched the Giants in what was the most boring game of the year. Giants lost. Before bed, in an uncharacteristic show of emotion, we heard how her dad’s humor was what she’ll keep close to her heart while away. She actually said, “close to my heart”. Wow! For me, it was my kindness. I like that. Upon exiting our room, she turns and tells us that we have been very fair in our parenting. Well, that was good to hear. It was a sweet night and it made it even harder to pass her along. As our bedroom door closed, the tears came. I slept well.
The next morning the drive was uneventful, although back to her true nature she proclaimed we were not to take photos once at the dorms. Entire family in tow, we moved her in, helped her unpack, set her up, hooked up all necessary equipment and spent the day getting things done, including shopping for cords and a pillow that she forgot to pack. Arg! We walked for what seemed to be miles on campus in search of the bookstore and gym.
By the time we said goodbye, we were too tired for any kind of sentimental goodbyes. A solid hug and kiss and several I love yous would have to sustain us for the time being. The drive home was quiet.
Our first night by ourselves, we heated a frozen pizza, made a drink and watched the Giants. Giants won. It was a sweet first night.