I’ve been thinking a lot

about my college years today…

 and wondering why my home looks like a fraternity house.  Before we left to meet Coach for lunch, ‘Cakes had turned over a chair, littered toilet paper throughout the house, and was funneling milk from her sippy cup whilst standing on her head.  If she keeps that up, by the time she’s 18 the only place I’ll let her go is to the University of Phoenix. 

I mostly started thinking about my college years after finding a shoebox full of cards and letters that my family sent me while I was away at school.  My brother was 8 years old when he sent me this:

As a little kid, my brother always spoke his mind.  No filter on that kid as he declared my college campus to be “a dump”.  Along with cards from my folks, he would add little notes and pictures.  My favorite is of a dancing banana.  He probably thought his drawings would cheer me up… and they did! 

My brother is now away at school and finding his letters has made me feel very guilty.  I haven’t sent him a stitch of mail.  I know, I know… shame on me. 

 I owe him BIG TIME.  And “guest what”? 

He’s the best brother a girl could ever have.