JP and Yakov whistling Bohemian Rhapsody. I wish you could hear it.
One of them is leaving home Sunday morning. For 9 months. And, in truth, never to return as the same child.
I've been through this before. Big E grew up and left home. I survived. He survived and flourished. That's the goal of parenthood, to launch a responsible, loved person into the world. But it doesn't make reaching that goal less painful. PRM