|Angel and her boyfriend, Michael.|
|Angel with her very tall recruiter.|
|Big brother goodbye bear hug|
And so it was that my youngest hatchling flew the coop, armed with a backpack filled with essentials and a bag of oatmeal raisin cookies that she and I baked in the wee hours of the morning. Her training requires that she be on a nearly total communications blackout for the first few weeks, and then only minimal written communications. For someone who lived connected to her cell phone, that may be a tall order but this is what she signed up for.
My baby is gone. A woman will take her place.
Ballo ergo sum
- Gitana, the Creative Diva