The night before a boy goes to college
Well son, how we got here already I have no clue. We've come so far on a journey that started on a January night in 2007, at a little farmhouse in Northern Kentucky. My water broke two weeks early. There was snow on the ground. Something we haven't been used to for quite some time, being Arizonans now. Your dad hit a coyote driving on the way to the hospital at midnight. I thought 12 hours of labor was excruciating. But that wasn't nearly the most painful thing for me these past 18 years. When I first laid eyes on my son, I didn't heed enough of the warnings everyone gave me to "enjoy this time." Because in what feels like no time at all, I'm now watching him pack up to go off and leave for college tomorrow. I don't think any mom will ever crack the mystery of how 18 years flies in a blink. It was only 18 summers. Only 10 Christmases for him with Santa. All the carpooling to practices and games used to drive me nuts but what I wouldn't give for one...
