On Saturday, January 2, 2010, we deposited our youngest child in an apartment in Rexburg in preparation for her first semester of college at BYU-Idaho. That’s child number 5, folks, and we drove home across the snowfields of Idaho almost giddy with the anticipation of it being just the two of us again. (Child number 4 is currently at home, but our fingers are crossed that it won’t be for much longer. More on that breaking news as it develops.) It brought back clear memories of our first long drive together, on our honeymoon, when we were just figuring out who we were as a couple and who we wanted to be.
And now we’re figuring all that out again.
What will I do with the time I save picking up shoes and hair tools and old receipts to toss them into her room before the visiting teachers arrive?
What will it feel like to be able to say to Larry, just on the spur of the moment, “Hey, let’s drive down to Cedar City this weekend,” and not have to worry about anyone feeling left out and lonely?
How much longer will a freshly opened bag of Cheetos last?
What will it be like to open the drawer and find the scissors and tape exactly where I left them?
I know I’m going to miss this child. I miss them all, at various points. But boy, I’m sure going to be interested to see what the year holds!
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