I may be in for a rough ride this week. Yesterday Sam and I dropped Parker off at camp. She is fine. She is happy. In fact, she has been looking forward to this since camp ended last year. It may sound silly, but I already miss my girl. And I am not the only one. Grant spent the weekend at Super Smash Con with friends. He was texting me from the event asking my opinion on things he might buy his little sister and as soon as he walked in the door last night he said, “I miss P Wiz.” It is going to be tough on both of them when he isn’t here on a daily basis.
Today would have been/should have been Dave and my 24th anniversary. 24 years. No small feat in this day and age. Through good times and not so good times, we persevered. Through sickness and in health.
Sam returns to school on Thursday, and I take Grant to VCU on Saturday for move in day. Since I can’t be in two places at one time, Sam will pick Parker up from camp and bring her to Richmond. That way Parker can see Grant and where he will be living and the four of us can spend some time together. The kids want to celebrate my birthday a few days early too.
So, although my heart is feeling a little heavy at the moment, I am also so thankful for three of the absolute best people I know. They are strong. Resilient. Loving. Kind. Brave. I am a proud and lucky mama.