My youngest son has been gone since Monday at a school trip. I was so excited for him to go, knowing how much fun my older son had on this same trip. I dropped him at the school, got his luggage loaded on the bus, checked him in at the correct spot, gave his allergy medicine to the school nurse, gave him one last squeeze and said good-bye. Leaving the school I saw this whole line of parents and kids waiting to put their luggage on the bus and I lost it! A friend of mine was waiting in the line and gave me a big hug - I told her I needed to get to the car quickly before I lost it. I got in to the car and burst in to tears! I was so surprised and don't know where those feelings came from.
It's been four days, the house is just too quiet with him gone. Each day at I look down the street for him walking from the bus stop and realize he won't be there. I miss his company, his chatter, his 12 year old insights, his piano practice, his kicking around the soccer ball, shooting hoops in the driveway. At night I miss saying good night and kissing him when he's sound asleep as I go to bed for the night.
Remind me of this next week when I'm thinking how much he's driving me crazy!