Sunday, October 31, 2010

All treats

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Yahoo!!! He's in!

Brant visited 5 colleges with me and Drew; 6 others with his junior class.
He received 500 lbs of college mail easy and probably another thousand emails.

He prepped for the SAT and for admission interviews.
He wrote and re-wrote essays.
He weighed his options.

Then Brant decided to apply to Wake Forest for early decision.

Today we found out he's been accepted. ACCEPTED!
The thick envelope in the mailbox heralded the news. (And asked for our $500 deposit.)

Sure, sure, my Tar Heel heart is a little hurt and disappointed, but I love Brant for being able to get himself in Wake. I love him for wanting to stay close to home to build a relationship with the new guys. I love him for choosing a college where he can continue to study classical guitar.

I love him for making Drew so happy. (Even if the sorry Demon Deacons will ultimately break both their hearts.)

Way to go, B.
Way to go.

Saturday, October 16, 2010


A friend's son was married today. Brant played the prelude. The bride was beautiful. It was a perfect ceremony followed by a wonderful reception.

Normally during weddings, I concentrate on the music, the scripture.....the sacred vows and what it is to be married and to share your life with another person. I picture myself on my own wedding day....young and in love and hopeful and full of shining optimism. Drew and I squeeze hands and secretly renew our vows with each other.

Today? I earnestly thanked God that I will always be the mother-of- the-groom and will never have to plan a wedding.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

WFU Homecoming

Drew chaired his Wake Forest Reunion this weekend. That's him, circa 1990, second from the right.

It was a fun weekend. We caught up with old friends Friday night at the class party, played at the Festival on the Quad Saturday morning.....tailgated with the old Theta Chis before the football game.....then watched the Deacons get beaten. Again.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Grandparents' Day

My mom came up from Charlotte for our school's Grandparents' Day celebration. I think she had a blast.

She didn't get the award for coming the farthest, or being the oldest or even having the most grandchildren at CBDS. But I would guess she got the most attention of any grandparent there. And that was just fine with her.

When I pulled up afterwards to pick her up, she was standing by the flagpole with one arm around Ty and holding Luke's hand with the other.....full of news about who she'd seen and met and how proud she was of the letters and artwork the boys had made for her. Made my heart shine.

Later, I heard her tell the boys about growing up on a farm:

"When I was a little girl, my mother, your great-grandmother, used to make biscuits every morning for breakfast. We'd all do our chores early and then....."

She didn't hesitate. She didn't skip a beat. She wasn't awkward about who was who. She didn't try to qualify anything. Her family was their family. Her stories, her memories and heritage....she wanted to share it all with Luke and Ty.

Good for Mom for getting beyond race and biology and genetics to think of Luke and Ty as her grandsons.

Shame on me for ever thinking for a second that things would be any other way.