It came. She went.

It finally happened.



There's no turning back now.

She was ready to go.

She's at school.
Gabe's becoming more and more independent and wants me less.
Riah and Dot are in Arkansas.
Jesus. I don't know what to do with myself.

On the upside, no tears were shed from anyone.

That doesn't make you a mommy...

I have a problem with the world these days. A big one. A few, actually. But one in particular really hits home.

What makes a mommy a mommy.

I'm a firm believer in there being a difference in being a mommy and being a mother. Just like there's a difference between being a daddy and being a father. HUGE difference. I'm taking, the size of moon craters.

Kidlet throwback.