During the fireworks last night I couldn't help but remember when my daughter was so scared of them I wrapped her in a blanket and held her close. She was scared but didn't want to leave. Now she is an MP in the Army. I talk to her almost every day but I still miss her being around. The boy, he left then came back, I am not in a hurry to have him leave again, but at times I would willingly pack and move him myself.
Gotta love being a parent.