August 21, 2017
It’s been a busy couple of days for this gal of ours.
Friday night, we had an (early) celebration of her 22nd birthday.
After all the eating and gift-opening . . .
we went to the living room where Sarah had a lineup of raucous activities prepared for her wild party guests.
First, she played us a video of a young man who had been a musical guest at her retreat. I have never seen anyone play a hammered dulcimer before and was fascinated.
After the dulcimer performance, Sarah showed Steve and me all of the many pages of C.S. Lewis notes that the speaker had given out. It looked like the notes from a college course; very intensive!
She ended up the party activities by playing a 15-minute excerpt of a talk Lewis had given. We didn’t realize until she told us that there are very actually very few recordings available of C.S. Lewis’ voice. It was interesting to hear him speak, after reading his words for so many years.
As I sat on the couch to listen with Sarah, Steve and Summer snuggled in beside me, it occurred to me that we were probably in the middle of one of the more unusual 22-year old birthday parties that has ever been held. But the birthday girl was happy and the birthday girl’s doggie was happy and the birthday girl’s parents were happy so that’s three happies. Happy, happy, happy!
She made sure to get in a little extra time before she left with the aforementioned doggie. They are going to miss each other.
Saturday was all about packing up her stuff and washing the car.
You can just hear them saying, “Ta-da!”
Showing off that Regent sticker.
When she pulled out yesterday afternoon (about an hour ahead of us) I couldn’t help but think of this post where I referred to the fact that she’s had a slightly “longer runway” than Nathan. The driveway reminded me of a runway and I got teary-eyed all over again.
(Speaking of old posts, this is the post I wrote last year about the special person she saw on her first day of school. It’s one of my favorite posts ever.)
Steve and I gave her an hour’s head start so that she could arrive at college on her own. (And also, so that we could grab a quick post-church nap.)
We eventually arrived with her pink office chair in tow–the only thing she couldn’t fit in her own car.
Her room was still in a work in progress, as all college dorms are during the first couple of days.
She was able to somehow get her top bunk made. Good thing she is young and flexible and can scramble up and down a ladder.
We got to meet her new college roommates who were both personable young ladies. (The two girls she roomed with last year moved to off campus housing.)
The theme on her hallway had to do with skiing so this is what the names outside each door looks like. So creative! (I whited out last names for privacy.)
Steve, being a long time lover of skier, was quite entranced by the vintage ski accoutrements hung around the hall.
After seeing her room we took ourselves off to Burger King (Chick-fil-A, sadly, was closed) and had a quick dinner together.
And then it was time, once again, to say our goodbyes.
I didn’t cry right then but a few minutes later, in the car, I had a good ol’ mama meltdown as I thought of that sweet girl disappearing over the bridge into the newest chapter of her adulthood.
Sarah Seasons behind us.
Sarah Seasons ahead of us.
We have no idea what those seasons ahead will hold.
But we can look at the Sarah Seasons behind . . .
and know that she has already earned the diploma that really matters.
She got the You Get A Second Chance at Life Diploma.
She got the diploma that gave her the precious privilege of setting off into all the Sarah Seasons to come.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.