Even though Snowstorm University, where my daughter goes to college, is not very far away – and is in fact right next door to Small Green College, where I work – it is still a world apart from the house where I live. During semesters, I keep in touch with her through phone calls, and instant messenger, and Friday lunches, but it’s not the same as having her in the house.
Tonight, I picked up my Smart Wonderful Beautiful Daughter and brought her home for the summer. At this very moment, she is back in her own bedroom (well, sort of her own – she shares a bed with With-a-Why) unpacking all her worldly possessions. The unpacking won’t take long since all her worldly possessions fit into a few laundry baskets.
Her brothers are flocking around her. When she came in, Boy in Black pushed back his long hair so she could inspect the black eye. Shaggy Hair Boy is showing off on the piano. With-a-Why keeps trying to get her to identify quotes from Futurama. Spouse is talking to her about a father/daughter trip they will be taking this weekend.
But tomorrow, they will all go to school or work, and I will have her to myself.