The time has come for us to go our separate ways, again. Moving into my dorm room and away from you is not easy, even after doing it once already. I miss you both so much already and it has barely been a few days. You are my number one supporters, my biggest fans, and that means more to me than you will ever know.
My only hope is to make, and continue making you as proud of me as I am of you both. The sacrifices you make do not go unnoticed, or unappreciated, and I am eternally grateful to you both for everything you do for me, and for Andrew.
I know it isn't easy to drop off your child away at school, but I am thankful you allowed me the opportunity to branch out and explore (as much as I can three hours away upstate), but I appreciate it all the same. I know this is the right place for me to be, and I think you know it, too. Besides, you still have Andrew at home. (Even though we know who is the better son.)
Last year there were tears, I expected them, and it was okay with me. Now, just because there were no tears this year doesn't make it any easier than it was. The first few days are always the hardest, and currently as I write this I'm eating the last of the chicken cutlets you made for me (a huge blessing, by the way). It's going to be a long few months without those again.
I think about you both each and every day, and I love that we talk as much as possible, and that we can talk about anything. It is one of the best parts of my day. I love you both, and I'll see you both very soon.