Catherine’s ready to go back to Hofstra.
With six weeks left to summer, she’s done with 3-year-old campers’ bathroom accidents and tantrums, over the lack of buffet food options in our house, missing the magic of a Starbucks at every turn, and so done with our lack of nightlife.
To keep her chin up, she’s been hanging out with friends after work, crafting and starting to pack up some dorm room odds and ends.
This photo of me and Basil from when we started dating in 1987 is one of the things she’s taking.
(I’ll give you a moment to marvel at my hair in all its wavy, frosted glory.)
As she tucked the image into a new frame, she remarked: “You look so happy! You don’t look this happy now or in any pictures since I came along.”
I had to admit she had a point.
It might be the naiveté of youth the camera caught here — but I’m betting it was the beer.