That's how much time I have left with this guy. The guy that I've spent my life raising. I know it sounds dramatic but it's like we've walked through life together, for 18 years. The landscape has been pretty consistent and we have a good handle on things. But now, all of a sudden, we've come to a cliff and we have no choice but to jump. I know we'll land safely and all will be alright, but it's going to be a whole new world at the bottom. One we'll both be navigating and learning separately. He will always be my baby, as all of my kids will be. But he's my firstborn. The one who made me a mother for the first time. This transition is very exciting yet bittersweet for me. I know he'll be fine. I know I'll be fine. But it will take some getting used to not having him around every day.