The next segment of the beginning of the end, or the beginning of the beginning...

It's a momentous occasion. The little kid who pounded on our door eleven years ago is on his first college visit. The kid's no longer little, though; they tower over us. Based on their test scores, at this school I think--hope--pray they would get a lot of scholarships if this were the choice. They will have to. God, I (try to) leave the outcome in Your capable grip.

And to think Metro said they would likely never read. HA!

I'm giggling a little as I wait for them to finish the tour and their interviews. At the beginning of the visit, I asked kiddo if they wanted me to go into the admissions office with them; they said yes. However, I also told kiddo they should come up with a "code word" they could say to me to get me to "disappear" so they could do the college meetings by themselves if they wanted. Wasn't only a few minutes after kiddo finished the paperwork that they whispered that very word; and I left them with the admissions rep for the tour.

Roots, and wings. May they both be strong, and sufficient for the journey ahead. Amen.