March 5, 2015
I cry easily.
This shocks no one.
With our 2015 Spring Training escapades over, I dropped Middle and Youngest off at the airport so they could squeeze one more day of school in while I head to Portland for an event.
So even though I am going to see them in two days, as I sent them on their way down the jetway, I got a little teary. Maybe it was the fact that our awesome time together was coming to an end, or maybe it was that they are being the independent humanoids that we have raised them to become, but whatever it was, my tears were not of sadness, but of joy.
Our babies are growing up.
And like generation, upon generation have felt before me, it is bittersweet, this parenting road . . . but mostly sweet.
See you tomorrow.