It is so hard.

the graduation week has started. Every year I forget and then every year they leave, and every year I cry. I told dh “sometimes I wish I didn’t love them.” And he just said “no you don’t.”

today i I said goodbye for the last time to an amazing young man I met 5 years ago. I cried in class and he scolded me for making him want to cry. Then I cried all the way home.

i could never be a foster parent. I think it would kill me. I am in awe of people who can do that well.