And some days I just want to see him and hug him so tightly, and it just hurts that I can't.
I love that he met (here!) and married the most wonderful aussie (she lived with us for a couple of years and I adore her) and most of the time I am just glad that he is happy, has a good life there, and that Facetime and Whatsapp exists.
Next spring they are coming home for a few weeks and I can't wait, all the siblings will get together and it's always fabulous when my home is full again.
But right now, tonight, I just miss him so badly. When he left in 2020 just before lockdown hit, I sent him with a hug and a smile, and he knows and miss him (and her) and he misses us. But some days it just hits hard. I can say it here because I won't ever make him feel guilty by saying it to him. I miss my boy.