Portions Toll or The Summer of 95, Part 3

Faithful readers of this blog may recall my recounting of my daughter's college search. If the details have slipped your mind, you can refresh your memory with this post and this one. I only gave a brief mention of the drama over the college applications in one of my posts this winter, but trust me, there was a LOT of drama.

My daughter ended up applying to seven schools, six of which will notify her by April 1. She's been admitted to the seventh school, but it was definitely in last place as far as places she would like to attend. About 10:30 this morning, she sent me a text that she has been admitted to one of the schools we visited in DC. It was the school that emerged as her top choice after all the campus visits. This wonderful institution which clearly has very wise admissions counselors would be a fabulous place for her to spend the next four years and we are soooo excited for her. I spent my lunch time ordering her a bouquet of flowers in the school's colors, buying her a T-shirt from the school and e-mailing all my friends and colleagues.

Around 6:30 this morning, I filled out some of the forms my daughter had left on the counter for me and realized that I had just signed my last field trip permission form. Ever. So today held a small ending and a great new beginning.

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  1. How wonderful for your daughter!! Congratulations!

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  2. How wonderful for your daughter! Congratulations to her. My son is going through that whole process now. It will be interesting to see what arrives in our mail next April!

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    Happy Stitching! Robin

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  4. Congrats to you and your daughter! Such a fun/hectic time. And yes, that is bittersweet signing that last permission slip for your child. Somehow we long for those days when they grow up but they seem to come so quickly. My mom used to say that sometimes the hours pass like days and yet the years seem to fly like minutes. Didn't make much sense to me at the time but it sure does now.

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