|PA and me after Footloose. He did not choose the white tux.|
We are down to a series of LASTS. Some of the LASTS are really lasts; some are just last before Precious Angel leaves. And leave he is going to. June 28. We will not be able to talk on the phone, text, or email for six weeks. No, he is not going to jail. Or rehab. Or hell. You may remember that several months ago I mentioned that he had gotten an early appointment and nomination to West Point. It was quite an honor and he was really excited, but not as excited as when Congress Aderholt called him last month to say that the Air Force Academy had accepted him. So Colorado Springs here we come. He wants to fly planes. I don't know if he going to get to, but he is going to get to try.
Will I be sad to see him go? Of course. On the day he was born, I told The Guy on the way to the hospital, not to touch him until his parents said we could. It didn't matter that we were his Godparents; it didn't matter that they had asked us to take him as our own if anything happened to them. New parents can be funny about their new cub. But when we walked into that room, his mother said, "Get a gown," and she handed me that baby. And she has handed him to me every day since. So, yes. I will be sad to see him go, but not as sad as I would be to see him stay. Here's the thing: You clap your hands and say, "Yes you can!" if you believe that. At the same time, you don't say that when you know they can't. We never told Precious Angle he was going to the NFL or Broadway, on the basis of his high school football and musical performances. But that math and science ability—another thing entirely.
Trite as it sounds, you work and work to give a child wings, so how stupid is it to cry when he uses them?
Besides, I'll see him Labor Day. His parents handed him to us once again when they said, "Of course, you're going to Parents' Weekend with us, aren't you?" Though we would have never presumed, you bet your sweet fanny we are.
Meanwhile we are living the LASTS.What LASTS have you had?
|Last Homecoming Parade|
|Last Halloween Party|
|After the Last Football Game|
|Last ROTC Military Ball|
|Last Prom-He did choose this tux!|