Monday, June 27, 2011
I put the heir to the throne on a plane bound for Mexico yesterday. It felt strange, like someone was cutting off my left arm. I think it will grow back someday.
He'll be gone for about a month, and I'm sure he'll have the time of his life working at a surf camp. Now I'm regretting that we've kept him so sheltered. But I guess its time for him to break free of our cocoon and fly away. Fingers crossed that he won't go too far away.
I miss him already. But after I clean out his disgusting room, and even more disgusting car, I'll get back to you on where I am emotionally.