Sometimes I'd like to ask God why He allows poverty, famine and injustice when He could do something about it. But I'm afraid God might ask me the same question.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
So we moved our boy in his dorms a few days ago, and funny thing... I continue to breath in and out. I wasn't sure if it would be possible.
Here we are, the whole crew helping him move in.
I will pretend that I am not hurt by the look of sheer joy on his face as he uses his own key to open the door to his freedom room for the first time.
What a good sport to let us all come in and crash his new digs!
We had to do a power shop once we hit campus. This here is my boys multi purpose cleaning supply. Not my problem anymore if he decides to forgo laundry day for a few sprays... :)
These two are going to miss each other something fierce!
The have a wall on campus dubbed the free expression wall... where tasteful graffitti is allowed... I would LOVE to do a family photo shoot here, my kinda Christmas card background. So stinkin' cool.
This is the corridor where most of my boys classes will be held. Majoring in Political Science, Minoring in Chinese. The world is at his fingertips and I can feel the excitement.
This is where you can tell that they are all starting to get annoyed at me taking pictures :)
Such a cool campus.
Mr. Summer Flat Stanley has gotten around this summer!!! We have hundreds of fun pics of him with all our little adventures. Here he is saying goodbye to Collin. (he still has beach sand in his hair)
And you may not be able to tell by this picture, but just before we left we had breakfast together and then we loaded up the car and started to drive off. I had to watch my boy walk away and I felt the air suck outta my lungs.
Such a crazy feeling, letting go. Such a depressing ride, driving home. Made me question motherhood the whole trip home, it wasn't pretty. But, I survived.