The car is packed. Dan is so excited. I’m feeling excitement for Dan alternating with feeling weepy for me. My first baby – my test case – is leaving. Sure, he’ll come home, but it’s never going to be the same. We’re planning to leave here around 4:30 or 5:00 am. Yes, I am going to bed. I’ll be back tomorrow night. Wish me luck in not making a scene in front of Dan’s new roommates. How is this possible? Aside from that crick in my neck, I don’t feel any older than I did when Dan was born. And now he’s leaving … I figure if I can contain myself while I get him unpacked (and make his bed for the first and last time), I can be weepy for the whole drive home, right? By the time I get back here (4-5 hours), I should have it all out of my system.