On Thursday we dropped off our middle child at the University of New Brunswick for his First Year (that's what they call it in Canada). I am delighted that my college students have the guts to study far, far away. But I must admit to crying on my griddlecakes on Friday. And at the checkout at the bookstore.
Our route home passes Briggs and Little. I didn't cry there. At all. In fact, I purchased some lovely grey wool for a sweater for said boy. Good wool, toothy and warm. When we got home I spread a skein on me and fell asleep in front of the boob tube.
Here's a little fun we had at camp this summer, my son four wheeling a road I hadn't been on since I was a little girl.