He’s gone.

My son. My first baby.

My Little man, that somehow became a man when I wasn’t looking. He got on a plane…and he left me, for real this time.

He left me standing here crying and wondering how to sort out these feelings between relief and excitement that keep washing over me like waves that I don’t see coming. And as I stood there watching him check in his baggage, I was lost in a whirlwind of other moments, from a hundred other points in time when I had watched him go before.

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