I've had a pit in my stomach all day. Tomorrow I'm getting on a plane and going to my sister's graduation from Wheaton College. She has been working very hard on her Master's for the past two years and by golly I am gonna be there to applaud her incredible achievement. Her degree is in biblical exegesis (I don't know) and there are only about 9 girls in her program. Yeah, my sister kicks butt. So the pit in my stomach... Well, I had to choose one of two pits - the pit from knowing I was going to fly on an airplane with my toddler, or the pit from knowing I would be leaving my toddler behind. So I chose the second pit because I really do want to witness the graduation ceremony.
Tomorrow night will be my first night away from Jackson. I will be gone from him for 56 hours, barring any travel chaos. I'm not going to worry about him, but oh my goodness I'm going to MISS HIM! Curt's parents were sweet enough to time a visit to coincide with this weekend. There will be no shortage of love or attention. I fully trust my husband's ability to care for his son for a full weekend, but I reasoned with Curt that even I - Jackson's very mother - wouldn't want to be the only parent for 56 hours.
I'm looking forward to seeing my sister's cute apartment and campus, meeting her friends and professors, and hanging out in her favorite places. We will make some great memories. My two goals are to eat some Chicago-style pizza and sleep late at least once.
Tonight we had dinner with Steve and Cozy at Babe's Chicken Dinner House. It is an experience. Y'all, I can put away some food but I didn't even come close to finishing my chicken fried steak. And I was a little sad about it because I didn't want to stop tasting it! Then we ended up with coconut cream pie (made from scratch) on the table and I had to have a moment of silence to observe the party going on in my mouth.
As we were leaving I nestled my face against Jackson's cheek and kissed him on the ear. And it was sweet. Not just because my son is sweet, but because he had some sweet creamed corn in his ear. As well as mashed potatoes in his hair. And in his sandals. And then there was the dollop drying on my purse. Remind me to wipe that off before I head to the airport.