Back to school

There's excitement in the air. When I went to Wal-mart yesterday and watched all the moms/moms and dads with their soon to be college freshmen getting groceries, new bed sets, towels, and all the other necesseties of college life, I remembered when my dad took me to Rexburg for the first time and we made the same trip. I love living in a college town because I feel like I get all the perkes of a college student without being a college student, but when I rode my bike to the half acre on Thursday, I felt a little bit jealous that I wasn't one of the soon to be college freshmen wandering around campus with their parents trying to figure out where their classes were, etc. Even though I bawled after my dad dropped me off and I begged him to come back and get me, I'm glad he left me there in Rexburg 7 years ago because I came out of it with my degree, friends to last a lifetime and experiences I'll never have again. I wish that when I was in highschool/college I would have "soaked it in" more instead of hurrying to the next stage in life. I think we try to hurry every phase in life, instead of savoring it and living in the moment. I know there's days I wish Stetson were older for certain reasons (no more diapers, he could communicate with me better) but most days I savor every every second that he is a 1 year old, because he is so stinkin' cute!