This afternoon I skipped a class and raced (well, it takes more than two hours) home from seminary just in time to accompany The Lovely Daughter to the airport.
The Girl from the Midwest City and the Roommate from the Oregon Small Town met up at O'Hare and are spending the evening with Chicago Son and Delightful Girlfriend. So far all young people, all luggage, and all passports and visas are accounted for.
Tomorrow: a day in Chicago and then -- on to London!
(I am pretty impressed, I must say. From a conversation a year ago -- "I want to study abroad" -- through a lengthy application process, two jobs to help pay for the trip, and a massive organizational effort -- The Lovely Daughter is now in possession of pounds and koruna, Rick Steves guidebooks, and a plan to learn Czech. In a couple of weeks she will be renting her first apartment ever -- in Prague!)
She was only just yesterday a very tiny two-year-old standing on the kitchen counter and saying, "I can get it myself!"
How did it come to this?