In less than two months our son will set out on one of the great journeys of his life. He will be going off 1200 miles to attend a great university and play baseball there. It has been his life long dream and it is everything that a parent could wish for their child. By any measure, it is a great opportunity.
Yet, my happiness for his success is tempered by the fact that he will be leaving home and I must admit a heavy heart as I think of him going. I know all parents (if they are lucky) must face this trial at one time or another. He is our first born and that fact doesn't make it any easier. He is a great kid and at least we are sad to see him go instead of wishing he would just get the hell out of here.
Where did those 19 years go?
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