As if deciding which school to commit to (a solid, small
liberal arts college) wasn’t enough for one day, E., at the end of the party
that I let him throw at the last minute to celebrate—and which got a little out
of hand—informed me that he has a girlfriend.
“I’m not a little kid anymore, Mom. I’m a grown—“
He stopped short of saying man.
It's all wonderful news.
It's just a lot to digest in so little time.
It's just a lot to digest in so little time.
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