My youngest Son graduates today. After the ceremony, there's yardwork to do. We leave on vacation tomorrow morning and there's no other time available to do the work. Meh.
It's hard to believe he's going to be in college in the Fall.
It's hard to believe he belongs more to his girlfriend, in his heart, than he does to me.
I guess this feeling is as old as time. The young move on and away, establishing their own lives, manner of doing things and ways of relating to the world. Supplanting the old and seemingly staid with new and fresh and vigorous.
I guess it's just the way things are.