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It's finally that time. She came to me yesterday with the news. She's ready to move out. She's come to me with so much over the years. Her first step, her first words, her first lost tooth. The boy in 2nd grade who teased her mercilessly, only to ask her out in 11th grade (neither of them remembered the teasing..lol). Her science projects that kept her up...well, you get the picture.

When she would come to me..it always made me feel such a range of emotions...but this one...this one I swear to you, I thought I would die of a bruised heart.



She wants to move out. Even typing it hurts. I know, I know...I have to let her go..she has to be responsible..she has to make her own mistakes. All of this I know, but none of this makes it any easier.



I trust my baby with all my heart. I just can't stop worrying. The 'what-ifs'...they bounce around in my head all the time and it's scarey as shit.