I got to see The Teenager today, via Facetime, of course, but, I'll take what I can get. She looked, and sounded, good; I think she is settling in to her new reality pretty well.
I'm doing fairly well, also. I still think that she is going to walk in the door any second, but I figure that I'll stop doing that right around the time that she comes home for Christmas, so I better get used to the disappointment of it not happening at least until then.
After I talked to her, The Teenager Facetimed the Man-Cub, so he got a chance to talk to her as well. He admitted that they both got a little teary-eyed, which hurt my heart. I am so proud of the relationship that those two have and I feel blessed to be a witness to it.
Classes start for The Teenager tomorrow, so the whole college experience is about to get very real for her, I would suggest that she turn on Facetime and let me listen in, but I'm pretty sure it isn't considered cool to take your mommy to class with you, so, I guess she's on her own.
And I'm sure she's going to do just fine.