12 days, 8 hours, 38 minutes, 42 seconds

Until Oldest comes home. You know, in case you were wondering . . .

I haven’t talked much about her leaving, mostly because whenever I do I get a lump in my throat the size of a regulation football, and no amount of ice cream seems to get it to go down. It’s just not right, it’s not natural letting your kids grow up and leave the nest. Something must be done about this. Obama? Oh, right. He’s probably busy.

I’m not the only one who misses Oldest.

Middle and Youngest miss her. They miss stealing her clothes, taking her bathroom, “borrowing” her make-up. But mostly they miss her sweet, sunny smile, and the way she always had their backs.

But the person who misses her most of all? Alpha Man. He was the one to drive her to UCLA. I had to stay here because the other two had school. Yep, Oldest and Alpha Man woke up at the crack of dawn one morning and drove off into the sunrise while I stood in her empty bedroom pretending that I was ready for her to go.

I wasn’t.

Alpha Man spent the night in Los Angeles to make sure she was going to be okay. I think he slept with his cell phone to his ear, waiting for the call saying “Daddy, come get me, I made a mistake”. The call didn’t come, and the next morning, he reversed his eight hour drive up north. He called me halfway, his voice all low and husky. I said “are you all right?” and I got silence. Awww. There is nothing more adorable than a big tough Alpha Man brought to his knees by the love he has for his own kid.

We talk to her every day, we iChat. She sends pictures.

She says she’s working hard, and given her class load, I believe it. Even when I get these shots. This one from the Rose Bowl:

And this one:

She sounds so happy, so in charge of her world. But I sure miss her in mine.

Middle? Youngest? No more growing up, you hear me? Let’s just all stand real still and refuse to let time go by. Deal? No? You have lives to get to? Well, how about just me then, I’ll stand real still and refuse to let time go by. Maybe it will stop the aging process. One can hope . . .

24 Comments on “12 days, 8 hours, 38 minutes, 42 seconds

  1. I am right there with you wishing time would slow down so I can enjoy my kids just a little longer before they all leave. I think of that song by Vanessa Williams…These are the days…the sweetest days we’ll know… :guitar: .Now I am going to unplug all my clocks so I don’t have to watch the time tick by.

  2. Aww, at least she looks like she’s having a great time. And trust me, you’re probably much happier having her gone than you realize. I’m living with my parents while I’m going to college and I swear they cannot wait for me to move out.

  3. I so feel your pain. In the last two weeks both of my grown children have moved out. What am I supposed to do with my life now??? To make it worse my daughter took my grandaughter and I have been taking care of her since birth. Ouch! Alot of crying has been going on here.

    I am holding on to the hope that they’ll be back!!!! lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol

    Loooooovve your pictures.

  4. Be proud that you raised a child so happy and secure in herself that she can go off and face a brand new world – knowing lots of love and support is behind her.

    My baby left 18 years/6 months ago … 16 days after his high school graduation when the Air Force recruiter came to take him from us. After spending more than his required enlistment time in the Air Force he found contentment in the heartland and settled there. I still miss him everyday even tho we see him 3 or 4 times a year.

  5. Aw, big sappy hugs to you and Alpha Man, Middle, and Youngest. I got a lump in my throat just thinking about how much you all miss her. But she’s still close, and 12 days is less than 2 weeks, and already that time is getting closer, and before you know it, she’ll be home again. We’ll keep you company until then.

  6. Just think of all the fun y’all will have when she is home in 12 days. I haven’t seen my nieces since July(never gone this long without a visit), so I can’t wait to get to my sister’s house for Thanksgiving. I leave in 11 days and will get to spend 3 whole days with everyone.

  7. I remember my sil feeling the same way when my neice left for school. But good news, after two weeks of her being home she was happy to see her go. She didn’t realize how much noise one more person made. LOL

  8. If the stopping time thing works please let the rest of us know.

    I got alot closer to my sister when she went to collage. We are 5 years apart and worked on each others nerves. Then suddenly she wasn’t there all the time to fight with. We’re pretty good friends now. With your girls already close it can only get better.

  9. Thanks for sharing Oldest with us. Instead of being sad that she is gone celebrate the joy of the special woman you have raised. I’m one of those strange people that didn’t get all sad when my kids left home. From the day they are born you know that someday they will leave. Miss her, oh yes, but don’t be sad. I’m sure she is going to keep you entertained while she is home. You will have so much fun. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜Ž

    Love the story about Alpha Man on the way home. Daddies should always have a very special spot in their hearts for their little girls, even when they are no longer little girls. :heart:

    Everyone have a wonderful weekend. We are still having summer here!! Where is fall?!! โ“

  10. My heart goes out to you. I remember my mother, a very strong woman, standing in the driveway crying hysterically the day I left. I look at my 4 kids now, who are many years away from college and wonder how my mother ever survived. I was so ready to go to college at 18, but now at 37 and 550 miles away I would move closer to home in a heartbeat.

  11. Hope that the time goes by quickly and oldest is home to you soon. I bet the pets miss her as well. The time waiting for her to get home is dragging by and the time while she is home is going to fly by – it is a no win situation Jill…I think you are handling it well. :yes:

  12. My daughter is now a teenager and it scares the snot out of me at how fast she’s growing up. And my six year old Son? I hope he stays this sweet forever, but I doubt it! *G*
    HUGS Jill!

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