Preparing to cry.

Another child leaves home. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. I never get used to it. Even when one comes to visit and is here for only a couple of days, I cry when she leaves. I always have. When we went to visit them with their families and it's time to leave, that old hole opens up. I guess it can't be helped. This time it's somewhat worse. Not only is a child leaving, but this time I envy her. She's going into a relative unknown, starting a new chapter in her life. How wonderful is that? I used to be able to hold back the tears until after they were gone. Can't do that any more. Good luck my baby.