It finally hit me. My boy is leaving for college.
It's not until August, but suddenly the idea of not seeing him every day is crushing. I've taken more pictures of him the last two days than I have in the last eighteen years.
Of course I'm happy for him. And I'm as proud as a parent can be. I've heard rumors parents actually survive this time. I imagine I will as well.
Last night, we went to see an artist I've loved for years named Dirk Hamilton. He was playing at McCabe's in Santa Monica. We drove up there, met another friend and saw an awesome show.
As his schedule gets busier and busier, life becomes more and more like a Harry Chapin song. I'm grateful for any time we can have together.
I understand from people who've gone through it this is a time of growth, maturity and the start of becoming an adult.
I hear he'll go through some changes as well.
