Well, we did it.
We moved the lad into his dorm room, said our goodbyes, drove the two and a half hours home and are still alive and kicking to tell about it.
My heart doesn't feel as heavy as I thought it would today (perhaps it's because my eyelids are instead) and I am truly thankful for God's provisions and the many assurances of His care. I won't bore you with the gory details. Suffice it to say...
God is good.
Thank you, friends, for your prayers for this mama hen whose first chick has flown the coop. You have helped tremendously.
And to my dear son--I am so stinkin' proud of you. I know you'll do great. I'm trusting your words--"It'll be FINE, Mom." I believe in you. I see God all over you. I love you. Go get 'em!
(Okay, NOW the tears....)
It'll be fine.