I know this is going to sound ridiculous but I’m currently sitting in an airport lounge with DH waiting for a flight to Italy for a week’s holiday in the Amalfi Coast. I am looking forward to it but am I ridiculous to be feeling sad. This is the first holiday without our DS. It’s to be expected, he’s 19 for goodness sake, but I’m watching all the people with young children and remembering back to when our DS was that age and would have been beside himself with excitement. I guess it’s just another rite of passage but even so it makes me sad 😢