I don't usually cry at leave-taking times, but I did this morning. It will be a long time before I can give my boy a hug again, and even though he's off to a wonderful adventure, I'm unbelievably sad. His bags are too full, he had to leave behind things he really wanted with him, his room (and the rest of the house) is a mess, and I've had too much food and too little sleep for days.
So today I'll clean and put away the mess, and miss him. Already. I'll remember that it's never been my job to clip his wings, and I'll be proud of myself for sending him off. And I'll sing "God be with you 'til we meet again" all day. I'll probably sing it for a long time. I love you to pieces, Patrick. Do good work.
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