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Before exiting the gates of McCallie I always take one last look over my shoulder, a habit similar to the nightly check on your children when they are young before heading off to bed. I can't seem to make the turn on to the road until my ritual is complete, it is this mom's quiet goodbye after the fanfares of hugs outside the dorm.

After a perfect weekend of watching David row, wonderful meals, college dominated conversations and a long talk in the parking lot it was time to make my way to Charlotte. I glanced over my shoulder one more time before heading home, sending my love to Tony and David and a quiet goodbye.