This was the final goodbye. It felt like a final goodbye too. Goodbye to childhood, goodbye to our tiny little family of four, goodbye to Ohio.
After the heavy leaving of home, we headed toward Canton. We stopped by Outback Steakhouse for what Kota called our "Last Supper." Kyle did not want to sit at the restaurant for an hour after our meal, so we ventured to the airport 90 minutes early, to the 90 minutes early they suggested from his flight time. We checked his bags together because he did not want to do it by himself.
Then him and Kayla made weird faces at each other for awhile. We cracked jokes and talked about lots of different things.
Then we stood at the line we were not allowed to cross and watched him go to his gate. Goodbye Kota, we love you.