Well, our youngest moved out yesterday. After all the waiting, it was a bit sad to see him go. But it gave me pause to consider how proud I am that he is moving into his own house and how proud he has made me pretty much the whole time he has been on the planet. It also reminded me of the time when the Responsible Adult and I started our adventures together in our first home. Now if only our eldest would move out of the studio, we can resume our adventures together after 25 years of home invasion by boys.
One down, one to go