I cried every single time we brought you to the airport to go back. You'd just chuckle and hug me harder. With you being so darn smart, I never felt it was fair that I didn't get as much time with you as the others got with theirs. I thought I had missed out. To be perfectly honest, I still do. I'm used to it now, though.
I cherish every moment I get to spend with you because they become less and less, and shorter and shorter. How I managed is still somewhat of a mystery to me. I've always wondered if you ever felt the same way.
You worked so hard. You pushed through the tough times. You were always there, even when you weren't.
Four years, so fast.