This is the Definition of the Happy Kind of Sadness

As my puffy red eyes catch the glare of the airport security guard, I am well aware that I have far overstayed my allotted time in the drop-off zone. And yet, given the unrelenting flow of tears blurring my vision, we both know that I am not yet ready to move my car.

I bow my head, close my eyes and allow the magnitude of the life-changing transitions that had occurred over past 45 days sink in:

My oldest child’s out-of-state college graduation weekend with aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandp...