As I write this, I am less than 24 hours from accompanying my youngest son back for his second year of culinary school.
As you read this, we are already there.
As I write this, I have high hopes that he will love school this year.
As you read this, he steps into his first classroom of the first semester -- and then we'll see.
As I write this, I am treasuring the last few precious moments of his presence at home.
As you read this, I am letting go of my precious manchild -- with difficulty.
As I write this, I don't know how I feel about sending him back to school for another year.
As you read this, I'm sure I will have figured that out the hard way, and many tears will have been shed.
By both of us.