Well, my first child has officially flown from the nest and is starting the next chapter of what has already been an exciting life. Yep, Charming has moved out and into his own apartment. No roommates. No college cafeteria. Just Charming and his "charming" new apartment.
Buttercup even tried to embarrass him by wearing those socks and slippers.
He wanted us out, so he could start his very first night in his very first apartment and I could blame him.
I made him smile for a least one picture by telling him I was sending it to his dad and I hugged him and told him how proud of him I am. Then we left.
It was weird. Happy weird. Not even bittersweet. He's worked so hard for this and is so obviously ready for this. I was nothing but excited for him.
Then I decided I'm weird for not being sad. But maybe the college experience prepared us both for the fact that he's supposed to move along, fly from the next, do his own thing. I guess he has a whole new meaning to apply to "Independence Day" this holiday weekend!
I'm happy. He's happy. It is all good.