When I was 18 and heading to college, my mom bought me the book Love you Forever. She started crying on the second page as she read it to me. I remember laughing with my two sisters about it since they had experienced the same thing heading off to college with our Mom.

When Henry was born, I got the book out to read it to him and started crying on the second page. I now avoid the book as much as possible since my feelings haven’t dulled with repeat readings. I guess the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. Love you, Mom… forever.

update: I just showed this to my mom. She started crying immediately.  🙂