A friend handed me a note during church one Sunday and on it was scribbled, "Aren't you going to miss your son when he goes to college?" I can't remember what I scribbled back at the time maybe because I hadn't really given too much thought to it.
It wasn't until a few months later, to be exact, two weeks ago that it really hit me hard like an unexpected baseball flying at you in full force. (I actually know how that feels, but that's another post) I broke down into tears and could not regain control. My oldest, my firstborn, my right hand man, my "take the trash out" guy cause everyone else is afraid of the dark, my "drop your sister off at the gym" guy cause no one else besides he and I can drive, my "watch the baby while I run to the store" guy cause he's the only one who knows CPR...oh, the list goes on and on. I eventually gained self control and stopped sobbing as if he was already gone. I decided to make the best out of the time he has at home. He has been the best son any mother could ask for (I say the same thing about each of my kids). I don't want to sound trite but it is true. I hope that his father and I have taught him enough. I hope we've filled his heart with enough love, laughter and life. It's only October and he won't be going anywhere till June. As for now, we will enjoy as many moments together as possible. His clock is ticking...college, mission, college again, marriage, children....oh, I don't even want to think about it. I really can't cause I know I'm gonna start bawling again.
The three bros spending their last minutes together before Elder C's "Mini Mission."
Our last glimpse of Elder C before we parted our separate ways.
