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.
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 . . .