Friends, I’m beyond words today. My 20-year-old middle kid just drove out of our driveway heading back to Michigan for his third year of college. And now I’m packing up the last of our youngest daughter’s things so we can move her into a dorm for her first year of college. I’m not good at goodbyes, so it’s a struggle to keep my head above these emotional waters.
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