Cari's home from New York. (Insert mental image of me doing a happy dance here.) I picked her up from the airport last night. It was late, but I did get a little bit of time with her. It seems so strange to be the parent of a college student -- neither of us is quite sure how the role of "parent" should be played out. But I'm just thrilled to have my baby back home, even if she's not a baby anymore.
I'm also walking around very proud of myself for my mechanical abilities. My turn signal was out, and I changed the bulb all by myself. Well, by myself with the help of several strangers in the auto supply parking lot. (It was almost like a joke: How many people does it take to change a Ford's lightbulb? Only I'm not sure what the punch line is, cause I lost track of the number!)
All together, it was a very good day. The type that leaves you still smiling the next morning.
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