There is a certain finality to the baby packing up and leaving. Even if it is just for summer school and she will be back in 2 months for a final 2 months before fall session starts.
It is not like she has gone so far. Not like she will not be back. Not like we had to push her out.
But then why does it seem as if there is a big hole in my heart?
She made me cupcakes for Mother’s Day. Left 4 of them for us to enjoy. And the house is suddenly quiet. And empty.