Tomorrow morning I will take Grace to sleepaway camp for the second time. Her room is a maze of piles, all with nametags carefully applied, and today we will finally pack the trunk. I am going to miss my little soul mate an awful lot. I absolutely know that the experience will be wonderful for her, though, and that’s what I care most about. As certain as I am, it feels like tomorrow morning we cross another threshhold. These transitions, they keep coming.
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