I just returned from taking the womanchild to her boyfriend's house. Soon, they and a few more friends will be leaving to go to an Iron and Wine
concert out of state. They'll be gone overnight. This is her first unchaperoned trip anywhere, and I'm swallowing hard. There's part of me saying, "Noooooooooo."
However, I know she is almost grown. I'd had trips with friends at her age. She's a responsible young lady with a good head on her shoulders, in some ways more sensible than I was at her age. She needs some time away from here. As well as the concert, they're planning on going to the St. Louis Fine Arts Museum. It ought to be good for her. I'm still about as anxious as I get, short of a panic attack, and a constant prayer for her safety is running through my head. I really want her to have a good time, and I'll be glad when they get home tomorrow night.
I'm just sort of braced for the next few days. Sunday is Father's Day, and the next day would have been my 22nd wedding anniversary. I don't even want to think about it. I don't want to think at all.