One of the saddest days of my life, actually.
My son moved out today.
Oh, I’m excited for him, moving in with his friends and getting ready for school, getting ready to start his life. He’s got so many awesome things ahead of him in the next little while.
But he’s left home. He doesn’t live here anymore. The only time he’ll be home is to visit.
I thought I had until the end of August, but they rented a house and got the keys yesterday. Of course they want to move in.
I’m just going to miss him, is all.
I should post a picture of him as a little kid. That would be the normal thing to do to provoke some kind of emotional reaction from whoever might be reading this.
But I haven’t got one handy. Instead, here’s something goofy from the Christmas he was seventeen.by