It's that time again: time for another one to fly. In just two more days, my fourth one will leave the nest.
An important looking package came in the mail a few months ago. Mom Dot, the official mail-checker of the house, trotted in with it tucked under her arm. It had Ben's name on it.
We had been waiting to hear what the next step was for our soon to be graduating son. Ben had applied to several colleges and two of the academies. So far, he had received one acceptance to a local university and had been wait listed by others.