Porkchop and Applesauce

I have called my son Porkchop for as long as I can remember.

 "Porkchop, bring down your wash."  "Choppy chop don't forget to take your vitamins."  "Good Lord Porkchop, your gym bag is smelly. "  "Love you Chop."

Today I dropped him off at his college orientation and as he picked up his bag and got ready to walk off into adulthood, I got out of the car, walked over and gave him a big hug and kiss.

I could tell he was ready to go but he let me hug him just a second.  "So proud of you Chop."

"Thanks Mom."

I watched him walk proud, strong and determined across the quad. 


My Porkchop going off to find his applesauce.   His momma going off to find her way out of the maze that is central Philly- with a joyful heart and smile. :)