We printed out her boarding pass . ..
She half-heartedly attempted to finish all the things she was supposed to before she left on her mission . . .
She made sure she said goodbye to the puppy . . .
and decided she didn’t really want breakfast and settled for a beverage.
We arrived at the airport. . .curbside . . and unloaded her suitcases . .
hugged her, armed her with her “breakfast” . . .
walked away . . .
and drove away . . .with tears streaming down my face.
Sending off your oldest is hard; the second one is no easier, but sending off the youngest is really difficult because there is no one else left.
