A few days ago I took Sophie to a volleyball camp at Brigham Young University. This is the school I attended, the place I met my husband, and the backdrop of many happy, poignant memories.
How surreal, then, to watch my daughter occupy these old haunts.
This week we are staying in touch with her when she finds time to text, which is not too terribly often.
That's a good thing, right?
She's having a wonderful time. Her coaches are the actual coaches of the BYU women's volleyball team, as well as players from both the men's and women's teams, which is beyond amazingly cool.
Last night Sophie attended a dance for the youth sports camps and texted to say taller boys had asked her to dance the slow dances.
Depending on your altitude, this may or may not resonate--the phenomenon of taller boys--but when you are 6'2 at 14 years old, it is a little bit like finally touching down on your own planet. It is a total revelation. Trust me, I know.
And while I'm definitely the mom who thinks there are more worthwhile interests to pursue than boys at this age, as a tall girl I could not have been more thrilled.
