More OSU Prep Stuff

My husband was late coming home today. When he got here he was carrying socks and underwear for himself and a microwave, t-shirts, and gym shorts for our eldest. My second eldest thought we had finally lost our mind when he saw it, but the microwave is a good idea. We had our eldest pick a rather lean meal plan because:

1. College students tend skip meals, or they buy a bag of chips and call it a meal rather than eating at the dinning facility. (I survived a whole semester on Doritos and picante sauce. What a waste of my parents money.)
2. He can feed himself cheaper than he can eat on campus. (His roommate is bringing a regrigerator, so add a hot pot on top of the other two and they have a pretty good little mini kitchen going.)
3. If all else fails and he eats more than we thought we can put more money for his dinning card without having to pay a penalty.

My second eldest gave the t-shirts and shorts a once over and I said "I figure with a roommate this is better than sleeping in underwear since he's not family." My son happened to have a friend spending the night who looked at the two of us rather funny as I explained this. At which point my son told him "Not me, my brother." His friend look rather grateful as he said "Oh, well, that makes sense."

Only two weeks left. My eldest is kind of scared. To be honest so am I. I know fear is a lack of faith but there are so many unknowns. Will we be able to afford to get him all the way through? Will he continue to do well? Will he continue in his faith? Is he going to be able to get a job? Will I ever see him again?

It's funny in so many ways I am so proud of the man he is becoming. On the other hand when ever I look at him I tend to see that day when the Doctor handed him to me as this tiny little bundle. It's so weird. Where did all the time go?