I often catching myself staring at the boxes wondering what the next four years will bring for my daughter, me, my husband, her younger sister--the pet lizard that she'll be leaving with us (10 more years, really???). And where will all the stuff end up after that? So many unknowns and plot twists to come!
I've spent so much time thinking--and trying to do it without getting weepy--about how my daughter will now live her life without my daily input. She'll be out in the world on her own.