One More Month.

One more month of extra hair in our home.

 

One more month of a sink that never seems to get all of the toothpaste discard completely off.

One more month of small chit chat on my bed at night. 

One more month of requests of a favorite yogurt.

One more month of arranging car spots. 

One more month of listening to her talk to her cat Hannah each morning.

One more month of a sink filled with 5 cups in one day.

One more month of raiding her closet for cute clothes. 

One more month of listening to her posse' share the story of their night before.  Holla back Uber drivers.

One more month of listening to her expensive taste and how we should have more and do more. 

One more month of glancing at her face down staring at her phone. 

One more month of sharing our coffee time in the morning. 

One more month of reminding her to water the flowers.

One more month of sitting on our porch talking about anything and everything. 

One more month before she settles in right there in that picture. With quite a view I might add.

One more month before she decorates her own little space.

One more month before we tear that bandaid off again.

One more month of turning the music down in the car. 

One more month before we realize she's ready.  This time it's better. 

She's closed doors that needed firm closure.

She's opened doors that will inevitably be the best doors of her life.  Not always the easiest, but certainly for the best.

And so it begins again.  Another countdown.  More moments together that we know will soon come to an end.  

To my friends with kids leaving to college this year, next month to be exact- Remember one thing: It will be the hardest, toughest shit you've ever accomplished aside from giving birth.  Don't be suckered into Bed, Bath and Beyond(trust me)And those big plastic bins for under the bed? They suck.  And the little fan you think they need for their desk?  They suck.  Good sheets, good bed covering (thank you Brandy) and a bed that smells of home-ya that.  Do that. Don't be sold on the gimmicks. Trust ME.

And.....they will get through it.  And so will YOU!

And guess what? They come home for summer, and you nestle in very awkwardly again. 

And then you DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN!  

Kali has been hunkered down by a Alg/Calc class that is kicking her ass to the core.  But guess what?  She's almost done with that too--  Just like everything else in front of her.  

As my homegirl Kyoko says- GRIT.  

 

Last lesson of the day:

TEAR THE BANDAID OFF FAST-  RIGHT?!!

Now just remind me of that this time next month. 

Big love to you all. 

Happy Taco Tuesday- And if you don't eat taco's go have a margarita-

Love, 

Leese