I'd been too busy to post until now. The morning started out sad. My daughter phones at 5am that her flight home from Boston for spring break was cancelled due to snow. She is gonna try to get out on standby, but they can't give her a confirmed booking until tuesday. I nearly don't go for my ride I am so stressed (and tired), but I decide to go since sitting on the sofa stressing about her flights and my son's soon to be announced MIT admissions decision isn't going to change anything, so off I go. The weather is great (70s). The club ride today was only 10 miles from home so I rode to the ride. I nearly missed the ride start as I stopped to take a frantic call from daughter, now #30 on the standby list. I ride 20 miles with a nice couple, and stop to take another call from daughter, she is now #20 on the standby list, its looking better. I ride another 10 miles, now alone. Son calls, he got into MIT. Happy day, the sun feels brighter, I start to sing as I ride, life is good. I tell him to meet us at the restaurant I am meeting my husband at after the ride (he is doing the longer loop with the fast boys). Son dons the MIT sweatshirt he bought at his last visit, finally removing the tags so it can no longer be returned. He waits for his Dad to roll up, knowing by looking at him in his MIT sweatshirt that he got in. But, then the bad news comes, daughter is still stuck in the snow, and can't get a confirmed flight home until tuesday. But, she too is very happy that her brother will be going to school so close to her (she goes to wellesley).



. But, she too is very happy that her brother will be going to school so close to her (she goes to wellesley).
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