You're going where?

I don't know why it is that I can't let go of my kids. My oldest is 20choke9 in February and my youngest is 23.... all are married to wonderful amazing people, a couple have kids, or will have a kid soon and they are all either college graduates or will graduate in a few years.... so it's not like they are little kids - but by darn they are my monsters, my very own monsters.  I've been a mom now for almost 29 years and it's hard to shut that down.  So when changes happen and I'm not really too excited about having one oh let's say... move... when one has already moved and there is movement going on - I literally bawl like a baby.  I spent a lot of time giving them wings but who in their right mind said they could actually USE them?  I moved from Cache Valley to the Salt Lake Valley and I thought my parents would freak out!  But out of state?  Dang it!  I'm super proud of them but I also miss the everyday life of things.  The remaining children in the family still in Utard must wonder who will get stuck with the freaky parents!  (or parrots)  But then again - the last one here might end up with the Viper too... hum... always a fun thought.  Anyway - I've pulled my nails out of the ceiling, and my breathing has returned to normal after a week - and I have made all of my apologizes to those that I love.  And life is good, and we are all blessed, and we are freaking a forever family still and all those things you tell yourself....  But who will be there to stop this from happening.... if Grandma isn't around?  Yep... just waiting for the day when I get this call........