During the school year, we don't get to campus much. It's a busy place. Don't get me wrong - I actually look forward to when the students arrive in the Fall. The city comes alive, and it brings back some great college memories (along with the other memories of Organic Chemistry... oh dear). But traffic gets a little hectic, parking becomes more difficult, and I have to redevelop my skills in dodging fearless jaywalking pedestrians.
I'm quick on the ol' minivan brakes, don't you worry.
But summertime. Oh, sweet summertime in this town...
We take advantage of walking around the quiet campus. The boys play in the fountains, and I tell them where I first kissed their daddy. Tyler and I reminisce about when we were young and thought we had so little time and so much responsibility.
You heard that right.
That's what I thought when I was taking approximately two naps per day. In between eating breadsticks at the Union and hanging out way too much with four guys who lived on Littleton Street when I should have been studying.
But do cut me some slack, if for no other reason than Organic Chemistry.
Sounds like a good time to change the subject.
Because when there are great flowers in the background, every mother wants the perfect frameable picture.
Why I try, I'm not quite sure. I think I must have told Trey 10 times to keep his gum in his mouth.