Every time one of my children has a birthday, I ask the night before for "the last four-year-old kiss" or the "last eight-year-old kiss." When the kids were little, I always managed to get that last kiss because I was usually the person putting them to bed. As the kids have gotten older, I have not always been the one to get that last kiss.
This year, my daughter is not even home on the eve of her birthday. On her last day as a teenager, she is driving home from a concert miles and miles away.
So instead of getting a kiss, I got her last nineteen-year-old text message.