One day, you will turn a corner and they will be gone and grown and living their own lives.

Like, uhm, you're gone from your parents' lives? And I'm gone from mine? Face it, chickie -- when you wake up a year from now, those boys will still be in your lives, and ten years from now, and thirty. Yay! (Of course, the odd part is that you'll know your sons as adults three times longer than you knew them as kids; now that's really odd.)

You know, more gone than here, and definitely "gone" as the child-versions. Ditto the really odd thing... and it's also very strange to give your child a hug and feel razor stubble when you still think of him as your "baby."

For me, the hardest wasn't high school graduation. It was when Douglas went away to Austin to UT as a freshman. I mean, that was really gone. Gone from the house, without his car, not to return for weeks and weeks. Oh wow, was that painful! So I do understand how you feel. But they are so fun when they're big and you aren't "responsible" any more! (I have a friend who woke up on her youngest daughter's 18th birthday filled with joy. Even though her daughter was still in high school, my friend said, "She's no longer my responsibility. I could say, ENOUGH! right now, and nobody could make me do any different. I'm free." Issues, much? Maybe.