It popped up on social media this morning the Move In Day posts for my last child. I’m a known cry baby but I remember going through the whole process not crying and thinking, “Ok, I’ve got this!” Alas… We got home and I immediately went to her room, laid across her bed and cried for a good 30-40 minutes. Like get a headache, snot cry. I think when you’ve been such a part of your children’s lives and you truly enjoy them as people, it can be rough. We were able to immediately take a trip to London that really acted as a hitting of the reset button. I now have a college grad and the “baby” is a junior. In some ways, it is a constant hit the reset button as each phase reminds life moves on. Sending understanding empty nester hugs…