We'll Meet Again

Kara, pictured here with my son, Ben, loves to travel. She loves exploring new places and partaking in big adventures and has the wherewithal and energy to plan them. Months ago, Kara, who lives in Arkansas, and my sister-in-law, Paige, dreamed up a weekend get-a-way for "the girls," including the both of them, Beth, Jennifer and I. We'd all converge by plane and car at my house in Indiana, and then we'd hit the wineries in Michigan, go antiquing, stay over-night at a Bed and Breakfast and eat dinner out... at a restaurant (can you believe it?!). "O.K." I said, "I'm in," never imagining that October would actually arrive and that this rare, and I mean rare, privilege of meeting up again with my dear old college friends in such an idealistic setting would really, really and truly become a reality.

But what do you know? Today I am packing my things. "You're leaving?!" the kids ask me every fifteen minutes, aghast at the thought. I am I tell them, trying not to sound too excited, which is difficult. I've been lecturing myself for hours now about the importance of letting go and not fretting over the children, the house, or "work" of any kind while I am gone. Just be thankful, Molly, thankful, and enjoy it.