You never think this day will really come. But it does.
You spend 18 years preparing for it, and you know it's the right thing. You know you've done a good job because he is so confident. But it still hurts.
My baby went to college last weekend, and he didn't look back. He gave me a quick hug after we put his room together and tossed a "Thanks mom!" my direction. "I'll text."
And that was it.
My heart split as I stoically turned, threw him a kiss and told him "Make good choices... I love you!".
He picked up his phone and answered a text as he smiled and returned an "I love you too."
Neither of us are good at goodbyes.
I made it half way down the hall before the tears started. My husband comforted me on the elevator ride down and into the car. Then he cried too.
We started the car and slowly made our way through the incredibly beautiful UCSB Campus, and I know he'll be happy. He's so ready for new challenges, new people and new found independence.
But I'm not.
Today I'm alone in the house for the first time in years. I needed to bake. But with Liv out for the entire day, my son at college and my husband on a trip, today I baked for me.
I love to bake, but part of the love of baking is doing it for others.
These cupcakes remind me of the luscious Coconut Cupcakes we had in Santa Barbara at Crushcakes during the college orientation visits and again after dropping him off.
It's not quite like sharing them with him. But almost.