See that small little bed in the background. That is the bed that belongs to a preschooler as of today. The bed that used to be my father's as a little boy. The bed that Finn sleeps on every night. The bed that I curled up on for an hour today and may or may not have wet with my tears at the thought of losing Finn a bit more to the outside world. It is exciting and terrifying at the same time. When I think about it too long I start to feel my chest tighten. Like all day.