I think I don’t particularly love it when kids have to act like grown ups and have a life of their own. I think I don’t particularly love it when they have to leave and go back to school. I think I don’t particularly love feeling sad that they are gone. I think I don’t particularly love that they are not here to talk and laugh with. I think I don’t particularly appreciate the headache that crying about it is giving me. I know I am going to miss him and his bone crushing hugs.
And I know I particularly appreciate that he stopped long enough to let me get his picture. Right now he is somewhere between here and Pullman on icy roads. I hope he knows I am praying for him and that I love him.
I miss him too...
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