<p>Friday afternoon, my husband was 25 ft in the air on a ladder, painting his dad’s house, when the phone call came from our son. No paint was spilt, and no bodies fell. The news was good, our son had passed. What a thrill, a relief and a drain all at once. Four years of classes, sailing, struggling, studying had paid off. What’s even sweeter, our son is home for a few days of crashing. He’s been out water skiing, tubing, and enjoying the relaxing feeling before heading back to KP to sail some races. We are holding real life at bay for a few weeks…
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