We spent the weekend with our best friends in Atlanta celebrating their son's graduation from high school. When they moved in next door our boys were three. We became friends and our boys became inseparable. They played army men in the sand box. Ran around in the sprinklers. Went to the library story times. Went to school. Learned to ride bikes. Played games. All together.
How is it possible enough time has passed that one of them is ready to graduate and next year my son will graduate? I cried tears watching him walk on that stage and my friend cried tears just talking about my son walking on stage next year.
The toughest part of parenting is letting go.
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