The next time I go to Taco Bell, he will be the the one making my burrito...
Just kidding. He got a job in his field (music therapy) at a state mental health facility about 5 hours away from home. And although soon (within the month) I will have to deal with a completely empty nest, there will have to be some celebrating in the meantime.
When he was little, and even into his teenaged years, he could eat a whole batch of macaroni and cheese by himself. And he had it several times a week. (He would have chowed down on it every day if we had allowed it.)
After his first interview, I told him that when he became employed, we would go to Sweetie Pie's. It's a soul food restaurant in St. Louis and has been voted as having the best macaroni and cheese in town.
Now I can rest a little easier knowing he's not going to California or Minnesota or Vermont. At least not yet...
