And just like that, he is gone.
The room that I complain about daily for being messy, is now empty.
When I tidied up last night before going to bed, there were only three wet towels on the boys bathroom floor instead of four.
When serving dinner from now on, there will only be five plates not six.
It just doesn't seem right.
My boy is all grown up, and has moved out of home. I'm so very proud of him, and know that he is doing what is right for him, he is ready to take on life and all its responsibilities, ready to prove he is all grown up, to show that I have taught him well enough to tackle life without me always looking over his shoulder.
He only left yesterday, but I miss him already.