... that goes with the previous post.
She's not carrying any books. No backpack. This is senior year, she has a solid ACT score, she knows where she's going to college and I'm not sure studying is top on her list. (No worries. She'll do fine -- or I'll nag. Because I'm a mom and that's my job.)
You know how you think you're prepared for something, and you're not? I cried when she left. Just for a moment, and she didn't know -- she was out the door with her boyfriend Nick.
They're out the door pretty dang fast, it seems. And that's why we need to fully appreciate firsts, lasts, and all the random wonderful moments in between.