PLANNING A PARTY
The night before my firstborn left for his freshman year of college he strolled into the kitchen with his mp3 player blasting -- one earbud was tucked into his left ear and the other was wedged in his bellybutton. I gave him the requisite maternal smile and eye roll, but felt a pang -- his goofy boy humor would no longer be part of my everyday life.
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