I didn’t really sense the finality of it all until yesterday, when she came in announcing her new job. She was finally going to be a grownup.

I thought it would take longer.

My mother does a great job and with her intensive Thanksgiving planning, it all goes smoothly and there are no surprises.

…at least as far as she knows.

Today, I am the mother of a Homecoming Princess. Yes, me. It’s almost funny, the irony of the situation.

I was given this recipe as a gift from a former boyfriend’s mother, but told that if we ever broke up, I was to tear it into tiny pieces and destroy it. We did and I didn’t.

It’s not the first time you’ve left home, but it might be the last.

Be amazed at what you can do.