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It isn’t about Us: THEY deserve the soberevolution
Last week, we took our daughter to college to start her freshman year, but that’s not what this post is about. Not really. It’s about something much bigger than our sadness swirled with excitement. But for context, here’s what happened when we dropped her off.
The drive from Denver to Minnesota was uneventful. I don’t think my daughter noticed how much I stared at her sitting behind me through my sunglasses using the rearview mirror. I don’t think she understood why I got so upset with our son, who was loud, waking her when she fell asleep on one of her other brother’s shoulders. With the exception of my wife, Sheri, I don’t think any of them understood how hard it was for me to keep pushing forward knowing every mile we covered increased the distance that would ultimately reside between me and my beloved first-born child.
There were tense moments on the trip. Arranging all the furniture for my daughter and her roommate in the tiny room. Figuring out how to loft the bed, then rearranging again. Sheri wanted to help her unpack, she wanted to do it herself, and neither of them were wrong for their desires.
