Peter has been home this weekend — he missed us! We have fed him and spoiled him as much as he’d let us, and now we have to get him up and going for the journey back to Boulder.
I suppose I didn’t blog about it because of an excessive need to have him all to ourselves, as well as rather an embarrassment at my overwhelming maternal sentiment.
He’s a bit overwhelmed with his first month away, as I’d expected. Laundry needs to be done as well as classes attended (and passed). He must get himself to and from the airport. His usual helpers (us) are hundreds of miles away and can’t help.
And now he goes back to Boulder in a few hours. I want to explain to him how he’ll get through this, that the first semester’s always the hardest.
white pebble 