I always wanted to be a mom. I couldn't wait to have a baby. I lost 2 babies before Joseph came along. He was my only child for only a year and a half.
All these images are running through my mind tonight. I remember a day when he was less than one. He was sick and I stayed home from work to be with him. It snowed all day that day, and he and I sat in the recliner all day and watched Christmas specials and watched the snow fall through the sliding glass door of our apartment.
I remember his first day of preschool. His first day of kindergarten. His 1st communion. His 8th grade graduation. His confirmation. His high school graduation.
And here we are: the night before he goes away to college. The night before he moves out of my home and goes to live somewhere else. I have been looking forward to this day like a marathon runner looks for the finish line. In my mind, this was the goal - to get him to college. I know I'm not finished....is a parent ever really finished?......but I still can't believe we're here. At this day.
In spite of the fact that this day was filled with events - Daniel had a football game to watch from the sidelines, Aaron had soccer practice, I had Open House at Daniel and Aaron's school, and somehow we squeezed in a run to the Apple Store in Louisville to doctor my iPhone - I insisted that we all do something as a family. We all went together to Dairy Queen to get ice cream at 9:30 at night. I asked, in the car, if anyone had anything to say to Joseph. Aaron said, "Good-bye Joseph. When are you coming back?" Daniel said, "I wanted to give you a card and some money, but I didn't get you a card. You can still have the money." Rachael said, "I love you like the sister I never had." (this one got a big laugh from everyone in the car).
Tomorrow morning there will be the traditional "special event" orange danish rolls. The kids will hug him and go to school. And my dad and I will head up the highway with Joseph and his stuff in tow.
This is the moment. Tomorrow is the day.
We are here.