And, just like that, my son has gone back to New Jersey. His sister picked him up and brought him to her apartment, my father is taking them both to the U.S. Open this weekend, his senior year starts soon. The boy is well taken care of.
I will miss him anyway. By the time he left his beard had grown in. Not quite the beard of a grown man, but getting terribly close.
Have a good year, Piglet. Your imperfect mom loves you, and promises not to call you Piglet in person, at least not when your friends are there, at least not more than once a night. Go you. Go you. Said by other generations, “Fare thee well.”
See you in December.