Honestly, I wasn't sure that her dad was going to let her go. Last night when he came home from work I could tell that something was seriously wrong. I knew that things hadn't started out on the right foot for him that morning, but something just didn't seem right when I walked into the family room that evening and found him sitting in a stupor. After a bit of prodding he finally confessed that he was having a difficult time thinking about his girl leaving the security of our home and heading off into the big, cruel world.
I guess the fact that our son moved out of the house and into an apartment last night didn't help the situation at all. Yes, we knew the day was coming and that it wouldn't be easy, but now that the time has finally arrived we've found it harder than we ever imagined. Not only does the house seem empty, so do our hearts. Let's face it...parenting isn't for sissies!
I know that they're both going to be just fine