Our son and his one and only.
Today is the big day. I think we're ready over here.
I'm going down to brew a strong pot of coffee - we're going to have breakfast on the deck and give everything a final look over.
Yesterday, my little boy came through the kitchen with two rubbermaid totes of personal belongings,
en route to his own home.
I quickly turned away and busied myself with the dishes.
Ugh. Why does a grand moment like this have to stomp and squeeze my heart?
Nevermind all this. I am ready.
I think. :)
