What are the chances of driving from Charlotte to Connecticut to Providence to Boston and back again you would experience eight traffic jams? Well, that was our road trip and every two hours we were at a dead stop. Seven of them were on our way up and the last was in the wee hours of the morning on the return in the middle of no where. It was a challenge, but I have to admit with all of the "everything that could go wrong did" it was worth every minute. David realized Brown was a place for him; Tony experienced the maybe of Tufts. Each added them to the top of their lists while coffee, GPS and two more campus visits are now found on mine.
College visits and traveling challenges aside, it was the perfect trip. Having your teenage children trapped in a confined space often spawns conversation, especially in the dark when they know you can't see their faces and all positions are facing forward. This was their trip to decide, narrow down, take the next step; my part was to listen in amazement of how they have grown up.
I know we all say where did the time go, how can it be we are at this point, when they are taking flight to make their own way. Ironically, on this long and arduous trip I never asked myself that question. I sat quietly, reminiscing times we spent together and looking forward to many more years with Tony and David. I can't wait to see what they will become.
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