In the wee hours of yesterday morning...we drove to Chicago to put my baby on an airplane. She's off to ballet camp for five weeks.
I tried very hard NOT to cry, and definitely not in front of her. I am happy for her that we can offer her this experience. She is almost 18 and reminds me of that fact regularly. Still, she's my girl.
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On the way back home we stopped to pick up the part of our vehicle that was ripped off by the raccoon we hit just after 4 a.m.
Yuck! and Oooo, Gross!
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