Today is the day. All summer long, I knew at the back of my mind that this day would come, but now that it's here, I feel miserable. What was I thinking when I told Tyson that it would be totally fine if he went away to college while I stayed home with Shiloh? Maybe it was pride. The thought of needing him made me feel like I couldn't be a good mother without him around, and the stubborn part of me refused to accept that. So here I am, watching him carry his last box into the dorm room he'll be living in for the next nine months. That doesn't seem right. I carried our daughter in my body for that amount of time and he's going to miss that much of her life.
"That's the last one." He says softly, setting it on the floor with all of the others.
"Are you sure?" I ask, rocking back and forth
