That is Thing 1. I just put him on a plane by himself for the first time and joined in the chorus of "how did this happen" ! As soon as he walked out of my sight, I glanced around halfway expecting some stranger to hug me and say it's going to be ok. Instead, they were busy shuffling their tickets, adjusting clothes, and waiting for their group to be called for boarding. No one had any idea that my heart was being stretched and squeezed to the point of wanting to be hugged by random people. In these lonely letting go moments I breath deep into my faith and remember he was never "mine& #34; to begin with. He turns 17 in less than a month and college is on the horizon. How will I ever deal? One breath, one change, at a time. And, man, I'm so thankful for my Littles because if there is one cliche that holds fast, it's "it goes by so fast" . I need a hug.