My son is 21, home on leave from the Navy. He's not a "children" anymore. He's a grown man. Something, that even though he's been out of the house since December 2011, I've never completely gotten a grasp on. He's a man.
Since he's been home, we've had our first beer together. We went to Atlantic City. He tried his first Martini and had his first crack at a casino. Yes, maybe I've introduced him to the world's evils all at once - but he got to see it as I want him to. In moderation. One martini, not 12. $20 bucks to gamble...not a week's salary and once it's gone, it's gone. (Yes, I'm a wimp. I don't like to set my money on fire.) We had a beautiful dinner with amazing friends and enjoyed each other. That's how life should be. Family, friends, fun. Close, quality time.
Yes, the tears are flowing now.
My little boy is a grown man. He will be leaving in just a day's time to report back for duty. The next time I see him home - for any period of time - he may not want to frolic in the snow with his sisters. He may be tired and just want to relax in front of the TV. A grown man, tired after a long day's work.
I watched them; he, his little sister and the short one - soon to be his official little sister in just a few short months. They sledded. They threw snow. They laughed - they got mad at each other as one jammed snow down the back of the other.
Drenched in snow. Looking for warm mommy hugs and hot chocolate.
Time passes by so quickly.
Suck up each and every second that passes.
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