Saturday night, I came to the realization that in a little over four years, my son could be moving out of our home to go to college. My husband was talking about how helpful Al is and tears just started flowing out of nowhere. Just the thought of having one of my children living away from home and not with me anymore made me weep uncontrollably. I thought about when Al was born and the things I’ve tried my best to teach him to prepare him for that moment in four years or in eight years (depending on the school he chooses) when he branches out. I thought about the talks we’ve had through the years and how sometimes I wish we were back to talking about looking both ways when crossing the street.