We'll be singing the Blues this summer--Cougar Blues. Paul was accepted to BYU Provo for summer semester.
He broke the news in typical Paul fashion:
He came home from work, walked into the basement while texting, grunted hello. Said work was sporadically busy and sporadically not busy, logged onto the computer, checked something out (I didn't know what at the time because I was engrossed in "Downton Abbey"), and then he mumbled, "oh, I got accepted to BYU for summer."
He was so low-key about it that I didn't know what he meant at first. And he didn't specify which BYU either, although I guessed Provo because I already knew that BYU I had accepted him.
We've just sent EJ away a week and a half ago, and now we are sending Paul away in 4 months.
I kind of feel like there's a brick wall somewhere, waiting to come smack me in the face. These kids and their growing up! How did they manage to do it so fast?