I've spoken with The Boy twice this morning so far. I didn't even have to call him, he called me! I would imagine I will hear from him at least twice more before the day is out. He's almost to Spokane, he will probably spend the night in Missoula. He's bored.
Last night we had the family over for a good-bye supper. Everyone was in a good mood even though I know we were all sad to see him go. I thought there would be more tears but I think everyone cried after they left. The Girlfriend teared up a few times and I really feel bad for her.
Gramma and The Girl made cookies for The Boy to take on his trip. I wrote him a letter. I hope what I wrote sinks in. I hope he's careful and smart and diligent and that he gets a chance and make the most of the chances he's given and sticks it out and loves what he does and he's happy and safe and that this is the right decision.
j
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I am so with you in your thoughts about your son, saying good-by is hard, letting go is harder.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, he has called about 400 times. We put him on speaker phone last night so the whole family could talk. He asked us not to do that again...
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