lasts

I remember the moment I started keeping track of all of his firsts: October, 6, 1998. He wasn't even born, but still, was everything I'd ever wished for.

But today, today felt like the last of the firsts.

His first college visit.
About 60 hours until he starts his senior year of high school.
He is funny and kind, loyal and loving, crazy smart and insanely talented.

And I miss him already.



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