One day short of two weeks until departure ... and we're still madly sorting, buying, packing and shipping. Doesn't seem like we're ever going to be ready, but I expect that things will come together very quickly that last weekend before our flight takes off.
I'm wondering how Lydia is going to feel when you're gone off to Vermont. She's always so casual, almost flippant about her feelings, not one to get weepy-eyed and sentimental. In her own inimitable way, I'll bet that she'll miss you a whole lot, but figure out a way to get through 8th grade without you being physically present. I see her affection for you in the little Facebook notes and gizmos she sends you, in the cuddling sessions on the couch while we're watching the Olympics coverage. She just doesn't want to talk about it.
Frankly, I think your dad is going to be the one who misses you most acutely. Which makes it all the more unfortunate that he's not participating as actively in the planning and execution for your departure. He's left with nothing concrete to do or contribute. Lydia and I will have to cajole him out of his doldrums and convince him that you will survive Vermont with flying colors.
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