The Boy turned 16 today.
Tonight I broke down in big ol’ snotty, gasping tears and commanded TWH in hiccuping sobs to “Go down the hall RIGHT NOW and MAKE HIM STOP”.
It happened so fast. My babies are (mostly) grown. They are their own people who are making their own lives.
I know this is what every parent works for and hopes for. That they will grow into incredible, funny, happy, responsible people.
Shit on that!! I miss my babies.
Somebody build me a fucking time machine.
Because it all happened entirely too fast.