Tonight Tracy was asking me what age it was that kids typically move out of their parents' house and go live on their own. I mentioned that often that begins when the kid goes off to college, probably around age 18 or so. We were talking about how you can go to schools close by or schools far away. She said she could pick a school on the other side of the world. I said she could but probably would pick one in the US, but yes basically could go anywhere. Anyhow, we are just chattering away because she is curious about people growing up and things like that. All of a sudden we hear Loren just sobbing and sobbing. I go over and ask her what's wrong and she is just distraught. She finally manages to whimper that she doesnt want to move away from me, she wants to stay with me.

Poor kid, Tracy and I had no idea that Loren was even listening to us, or that she was grasping parts of what we were talking about. She was hysterical thinking that she was going to have to move out basically tomorrow or something (she still has some trouble grasping future timelines). To calm her down I hugged and snuggled her and promised that she could live with me as long as she wanted and I would always take care of her. I promised she didnt have to leave. She was just clinging to me as I am caught between laughter and tears at the thought of her believing I was going to boot her out of the nest.

Yeah, I know some day she'll want to go... but my baby aint ready to fly just yet.