Friday, January 30, 2009

I didn't cry...

until I actually drove up to the airport and saw the planes taking off and then realized that my daughter would be on one of them and I would have to say goodbye. Then, when I left her and was driving home, I cried again.

Not too bad considering...

I will miss her terribly, but we are going to visit her in April and she will be home in May and she gets to have a ton of fun. Of course, she is leaving 70 degree weather and returning to snow and ice and cold. I hope she is ready! While it looks pretty, I'm glad it isn't me.

1 comment:

South Jersey Quilter said...

We live in NJ, and my middle DD went to school in Daytona then moved to Houston. I think I cried the first 5 years! It really does get easier- hang in there and console yourself that she's healthy and happy.

Holly