A little over 22 years ago we brought her home. Tomorrow we’ll load her car and her dad’s truck with all her possessions and she’ll move out on her own ~ 652 miles, 11 hours, and four states away.
There is nothing more I can say about that…
Submitted as part of Shell’s “Pour Your Heart Out” writing prompt at Things I Can’t Say. Please stop by to read the other posts, and give a little comment love.
Thin spiral notebook 
Awww. I am not looking forward to that day and to hear me feeling guilty about summer.
I know this is one of those bittersweet moments in life. Take care.
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Oh, Tara! I’m bawling on your behalf.
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Aawww, I love that picture! You know, and I know, that she will be fine (and you will be eventually). If it helps, auntie will be only about 3 hours from your “baby” if she needs anything! Hang tough momma!
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Awwww… that sweet baby picture and the news of her moving out – few words but very touching post.
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So I glad I have at least 17 years left with my Jellybean. Hope it gets easier with time!
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I can’t even imagine that yet… I can’t imagine ME moving that far from my family – even now, at 31 years old… I’m sorry, and I wish her all the best!! sending you much love and *hugs*
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Oh, the picture and your last sentence say what you can’t. My heart breaks for you; I can’t imagine this day with my little gal…yet.
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I got goosebumps reading this- I can’t imagine what you are feeling right now.
Sending you lots of hugs.
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It took me all of 1/2 second to start crying when I read this. I cant imagine…Congratulations and I’m sorry.
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I am dreading the day it happens 3 or so years from now for our Tay Tay.
Be strong. Know that you raised a heck of a young lady.
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