It’s that time of year. Spring has sprung and graduation season is nearly here. Again. We’re about to launch our second child. And I’m okay with it. You heard me right. It’s a good thing. She’s ready. And—believe it or not—so am I.
Now don’t get me wrong, I still get an occasional lump in my throat when I think about letting her go. She is, after all, my baby. My last. And I will miss my daily doses of her dry humor and the flurry of activity that seems to follow her. I’ll miss our family di...
Published on April 20, 2017 05:45