Her dad and I dropped her off at the airport before the sun rose yesterday. We stood there watching her go all the way through security then just looked at each other like: Well. Okay. Do we just leave like sociopaths? She navigated JFK by herself and flew to Spain with four other teen girls and no adults. I expected 865 texts in transition and got one: “Please set my nice fingernail polish set on the front porch. Ella is going to borrow it while I am gone.” Well. Okay. After sending two unchecked texts and four WhatsApp messages (teens don’t respond even from another country, internet), I messaged her precious host mom 👉🏼. 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ So her adventure has begun in another home where she will be cherished. I slept for SIX HOURS yesterday after dropping her off and still went to bed early and slept like the dead. My body was like: “Shut down time, sister.” Remy and I have been idling at the absolute highest stress and anxiety levels for a week. I am on my way to Dallas for @legacycollective stuff this second on the Fancy Bus and could still lay down in the aisle and sleep until tomorrow morning. Alone in my house for the very first time in my entire life, I walked around from room to room this morning in the silence and just kept looking around like...Well. Okay. It really does go like this. The parenting. The growing up. The launching. The letting go. They really do fly. They really do go. They really are as marvelous as you think, but they are marvelous somewhere else, for other people to notice and experience and love. You did your part, you did it as well and completely and sincerely as you could. And now you watch from afar. Well. Okay. “I fall in love with she.” Me too.