I don't know if it's the fact that fall is waving goodbye this week, or maybe it is the Lobster Boy Video I watched that reminded me how fast Mr. Nice Guy changed from a little boy to a man, but I'm feeling all sentimental and sad.
There are so many goodbyes coming up.
The Brainiac is spending her last winter with us before she heads off to college.
The Overachiever has landed a job in the big world and is moving out with her two cats in December. I knew I would miss her but who knew I would miss those cats?
The Athlete has bid us a mental farewell, keeping most of her thoughts to herself and spending more time in her room the way that teenagers do.
A feeling of panic is setting in.
After I finishing closing down my gardening business this week, I think I need to spend a day or two with all the old videos and photo albums and remember that these are the quiet days I used to long for when I was completely responsible for the lives of four little people.
My plan is for it to make me feel accomplished as in: "Look at how nicely they all grew up!"
But who am I kidding. There will need to be Kleenex. I'm going to be a Sentimental wreck.