God, this is all so weird. Like really, really weird.
In my head, I know we’re dropping my daughter off at school next month. I mean, it’s on my calendar with a sad face and everything. So it’s not that I’m in denial or anything, it’s all just very surreal.
I’ve watched all the Target bags accumulate into a little Devils Tower-like mound in the corner of the basement. I’ve seen her friends already start to leave, the goodbyes getting more and more frequent. I’ve even caught myself hugging he...
Published on June 27, 2017 05:12