It wasn't easy. I had to refrain myself from crying until she was very distant in my rear view mirror... I listened to love songs all the way home. Both happy and sad. The thought is killing me right now that she's leaving. Tomorrow, she'll get on that plane, and begin what will be the loneliest three weeks I can remember. I'm so proud of her for what she's doing, and I know she'll enjoy herself and learn. She's so intelligent... I'll miss her. The heat of her breath, the beating of her heart, the silky texture of her skin. The reflection in her eyes, her cute smile, her adorable sneezes, her tight hugs, her slow kisses, her rants about society and Utah drivers, but most of all, I'll miss the tingling warmth I get throughout my soul when she whispers to me that she loves me... It's going to be a rough three weeks...