It is Homecoming Weekend. I could have gone to my twentieth college reunion. I thought the family might trek down to our oldest son's college and take in the festivities there. Instead, I find myself sitting with my nineteen-year-old on a park bench by a pond near one of my favorite coffeehouses. While the changed leaves drift from branches and skitter along the path, we chat.
Homecoming
Homecoming
Homecoming
It is Homecoming Weekend. I could have gone to my twentieth college reunion. I thought the family might trek down to our oldest son's college and take in the festivities there. Instead, I find myself sitting with my nineteen-year-old on a park bench by a pond near one of my favorite coffeehouses. While the changed leaves drift from branches and skitter along the path, we chat.