No, not the age I was when I became a parent for the first time...but close.
It is approximatlely the number of hours until he leaves. Hits the road. Vamooses. Drives off into the sunset. (OK, not the sunset, technically, he's heading East. Everyone knows the sun sets in the West.)
I don't have the words right now.
I want to be poignant. I want to be meaningful. I want to be lighthearted.
I'm not finding any of those things easily right now.
We had good friends over for a wonderful dinner after a day of hard work and much accomplished. It felt good to relax and enjoy our company. And periodically, my chest would seize up with a feeling like someone lashed a boulder to my heart. Enjoy it now.
He's not going forever.
It just feels like it sometimes.
