
It's official: Melissa is gone to Idaho, starting her college career at Idaho State University. Our household of seven is now a half-dozen.
For several years, Mel's college choice was dependent on softball -- whichever school offered her a scholarship would be her choice.
Since moving to Maryland a year ago, though, she started looking more to the West and softball, while still an important part of her life, was no longer a deciding factor. She narrowed her choices to four, then two, and then (after campus visits) one: Idaho State. She hasn't looked back since (although she has reached out to the school's softball coach and will try to walk-on; the dream didn't die, but it's not the top dream anymore).
As parents, we're happy with her choice. She made the choice on her own, for the right reasons. And she'll be in familiar territory -- we've lived there, Jason and Yvonne both went to school there, and we have lots of family and friends there.
Her last week in Maryland was fantastic, and it illustrated just how good the move was for her. She had lots of late nights and early (well, relatively early for her) mornings hanging out with friends and with her brothers.
On her last Sunday in our ward, she received her Young Womanhood Recognition Award. That's been a significant goal of hers, and she worked very hard over the last several months to complete it. She wore her medallion with pride.
That night, we had a party for her, and our house filled with people excited for her new adventure while also sad to see her go. Friends and neighbors from church and school and work, teammates, classmates, kids she helped coach, kids from her primary class, and kids' parents all came to wish her well. It was gratifying to see how many lives she had touched in such a short period of time -- and how many people influenced her life.
Monday we had one last family dinner before she left, at her favorite Italian restaurant in Frederick. She enjoyed being with her brothers, and by the end of the meal all the kids were sitting practically on top of each other so they could watch ESPN's Top Plays on the restaurant's television. We wish we had a picture of that.
The farewell with her brothers that night was tough. She has always been their big sis, best friend, protector, and role model. They've shared music, baseball, silly games, car rides, meals, and lots of laughter over the years. That night, they shared tears.
Mel had more tears that night with her best friend, a high school senior this year, who arrived home from a family vacation around midnight. They talked and laughed until 5 a.m. -- when we left for the airport. They'll be friends forever.

After a milkshake in Salt Lake City (it just seemed like the right thing to do), we faced a crossroads: the freeway onramp showed south to Las Vegas, or north to Idaho. Deep sigh. Most of our lives have been spent in one of those two places. We hate seeing signs for Las Vegas (on the road or at the airport), because part of us wants to turn that direction. But school was calling, so we went north.
Our short week in Idaho was great. We caught up with family and friends. Jason worked a couple days at a project in Idaho Falls, while Melissa shopped with her grandmother, aunts, cousin, and Yvonne to outfit her dorm room. Her four suitcases of stuff (yes, she needed all of it -- at least that's what she told Jason repeatedly as he helped her pack) were joined by new dorm essentials.

Our apprehension over leaving Melissa abated as the week went on. She was anxious to get started, and her confidence became contagious. She's ready.
Friday was moving day. Moving into the dorm was fun, and easy. We didn't even need help from the several college guys who offered to help the new freshman out.
Before leaving, we shared a special moment as Melissa received a blessing from her father and grandfather. Emotions peaked there, in her grandparents' living room. It was time. Dropping her off at the dorm, we met her roommate (from Caldwell, Idaho) and roommate's parents and little brothers and sister. That made us feel even better.
As we drove away, instead of tears or sadness, we felt calm, and proud. Our baby girl is grown up, a strong and bright young woman, with a good head on her shoulders. We did our best. She's ready to take on the world, and she's starting in the right place.
She's already shared a meal of Top Ramen with her roommate. And she's excited for classes to start. In the couple days we've been home, we've enjoyed hearing about her new adventure as she settles in, meets new friends, and discovers college life. We'll enjoy many more of those conversations over the next few years.

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