Tomorrow is the BIG day

Well, this time has arrived, like it or not. We take our son to college tomorrow. My heart is very heavy right now. The tears flow occasionally throughout the day. I am not sure I am strong enough to do this. I tell myself that I have to be strong, at least in front of Garrick... I don't want him to see me cry, I don't want him to feel guilty about moving on with his life. Truly, I am so happy for him, I am happy that he has this wonderful opportunity to go to college on scholarship, that he is going with a great friend, that he is going to a school that he really wanted to go to, that he is growing up, that he has his whole life to look forward to. However, packing him up yesterday was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I thought sending him to kindergarten was hard, or even the first grade was hard. I thought moving him to another state was hard. I thought seeing him enter high school was hard and taking that first drive with his new license without me was hard. Watching him graduate high school was so very hard. But this, compares to nothing. I don't think I can do this. Frankly, I am having such a hard time with this that I am not sure how I am going to do the mission thing. The only thing that I think is going to be worse than this day, and mission day, is when Natalie leaves for school too.