There is nothing -- and I mean NOTHING -- like spending the weekend with your college son and his little sister.
We are faraway collegeland for their family weekend. The planned "weekend" part is pretty dorky, but the "family" part is the best ever.
The Roo-girl and I flew in Thursday night/Friday morning (no lie... it was 2 a.m. before we got settled in a hotel room), so we didn't get to see Z-man until the next morning.
And let me tell you, there is nothing sweeter than a hug from a man-child who is happy to see his mother. Oh man, I could live for days on the feeling of contentment alone.
So here are some high points:
Listening to my children bicker in a loving way. ("You're DEAD to me, Z-man." "So's your face, Roo-girl.") Oh yeah, I have seriously missed this. (Really!)
Going out to dinner with my two youngest children and laughing our butts off.
Walking the city's famous pedestrian mall with my kids, arm-in-arm.
Watching a bagpiper play on the corner and seeing the unbridled joy on my daughter's face as she listened.
Listening to my little boy rattle off a zillion French culinary terms and knowing that he knows what he is talking about.
Taking a city tour, sponsored by the college, and seeing some really cool historical sites and amazing architecture.
The Roo-girl's first-ever cherry limeade from Sonic. (We get the commercials for Sonic at home, but I don't really think there is one in our half of the state. And no, I don't know why we get the commercials.)
Eating brunch at the campus dining room ... where, you will excuse me, they have an omelet bar, fresh fruit, pancakes, a belgian wafflemaker, any kind of eggs you want AND a cappucino machine. Did someone say dorm food?
Just hanging out in a hotel room, watching TV. Doing nothing is an underappreciated art.
And knowing that my children are enjoying being with me as much as I am enjoying being with them? Priceless.