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No more princess movies at my house these days with #1 girl at college. And no more Disney sing-alongs in the car on the way to school.

But in a text the other night guess what…?

She and a friend were shopping for a few, and the barest of, dorm life essentials. I kept getting pics of cute scarves and sweaters, maxi skirts on sale, a doggy calendar with a pug on the cover—“paw-parazzi”—plus a few other items she hopes to afford someday. When she’s no longer a poor college student. If I were a rich girl… yubby, dibby, dibby, dibby, dibby, dibby, dibby, dum… Yep! She and her friend were singing up and down those aisles.

And I got this… (*drum roll* please)

Pink-Goldfish-crackers-single-pak

The new favorite snack of pint-size princesses everywhere!

Aww

I’ll spare you the pic of her tonsillitis/pharyngitis/possible strep throat on a previous morning. All her friends were in classes taking midterms, so it took a while to find someone to go with her to go to a doctor.

My car was in the shop. Otherwise, I would have been a nanosecond away from driving the four and-a-half hours to take her myself.

Two days later she still wasn’t feeling better. And two days after that she discovered she’s allergic to Amoxicilan.

So by the end of the week, I was glad she found something to smile about down a random aisle in Target.

Pink-Princess-Goldfish-multipacks

And this mom was loving modern technology as she shared her happiness with me.

Earlier that day with mid-terms looming, tired, in pain, and hungry from not eating because it hurt too much to swallow, she wanted to come home.

As much as I miss her, as much as I would love to cuddle on the sofa with my favorite teen watching Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley, and practicing our British accents in between mouthfuls of popcorn, I want her there—right in the center of God’s will, learning and growing and persevering. And not missing a single thing He has for her in the place He called her to.

Two months into her first semester of college she’s navigating pretty well the new academic and relational territory. We “talk” every day—in a text or by phone or on FB. When she made it in the drama club, hears something interesting in class, when she’s frustrated with dorm life or just wants to share a gorgeous sunrise…

WCBC-sun-dorms

I told her, Remember, there’s a crown for perseverance. And we princesses can use all the crowns we can get, right? My lame attempt at bringing a smile.

I would just be satisfied with one tiara, she laughed. But yeah, I know what you mean. The more crowns we get, the more we can cast at His feet.

That’s my girl!

Blessed is the man who endures temptation; for when he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.  James 1:12

And every time I see a princess pink fishy cracker, I’ll be reminded of a certain college student who’s working on earning eternal bling.

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