I have a hard time with ending things. (Always have) Today was My Matthew's first day of High School.
He had to get on the bus at 6:40 in the morning and he won't be back home until close to 6pm. I miss him so much. He made the soccer team so he has to stay after every day. Today was bittersweet for me. But I look forward to his return home to hear all about this day. A woman at the market today said, "I'm excited! my kids are gone. This is my favorite day!" I looked at her, didn't even smile and told the woman behind me "Well I love my kids." I hate to hear people talk like that. Why'd you have kids then? Am I right?