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.
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!