So Son #2 has now flew the coupe. I knew it was coming but nothing really prepares you for the reality of them being gone. Spent the whole weekend packing his things and loading onto the U-haul truck. He seemed so happy it made me wonder if he was miserable over the years being at home. After a time of setting up his kitchen and allowing my nesting instincts to kick in for him it was time to go. As we all sat around his living room and Eric mentioned it was time to go I tried to say "okay" and the tears flowed like a dam busting open. At that very moment I had a flood of thoughts, concerns and otherwise selfish emotions come busting through. The tears come and go still as now a week has passed. I find myself wanting to call just to check on him but texting will have to do. I continue to find "reasons" to do such. I pray that he will walk the paths we have laid for him and keep on the straight and narrow. I am working to set my selfish feelings aside and continue as