My "baby" (almost 20 years old and in college) is getting an apartment. I don't handle change very well, especially when it involves my babies growing up! I am very excited for him, on the other hand it makes me a little sad. I can remember my first apartment (same age, same town, same college). The feeling of having your own place and the responsibilities that come with it was exciting. I felt so grown up! Free! Reality was, I was very immature and definitely not financially independant! My mom was A LOT of help and I wouldn't be where I am today without her. Now, if only this teenager would just realize that about his mom!
So, even though I get a little weepy when I think about my "baby" getting older, I keep reminding myself that this is another one of God's blessings here on White Horse Drive.