I stood in the driveway Monday morning in my PJs, waving and smiling through my tears.
My husband stood beside me and whispered, "Just think, we have to do this two more times."
I nearly smacked him.
My baby was driving himself to school for the first time ever.
Yes, I know a 16-year-old isn't technically a "baby," but as I've told each of our three kids many times before, they'll always be Momma's babies no matter how old they get.