I guess that's why they call it the blues

My beautiful nephew is leaving for Basic traning tomorrow - the boy went and joined the damned Navy of all things - and I'm so choked up right now I can't even speak. I was going to go over and see him and say goodbye but I suck at goodbyes. I hate them. I try never to say them. So I just left him the most embarrassing message on Facebook and I'm going to leave it like that. He'll be back to visit after Basic and I just have to remember that he's grown up and he's exploring his options and the world. I knew this day would happen sooner or later. C is very special to me. He was born when his dad was twenty and I was twenty-one. He was the catalyst for us growing up, the little baby that first taught me what unconditional love was and what it meant to take care of something completely dependent on me. I think he's the reason I didn't have a baby of my own until I was thirty-three. I knew exactly how they changed lives. LOL

In the end, this is a good thing. And if I tell myself that often enough, I might believe it.

I'm just praying he stays safe until that frontal lobe of his grows all in. He's only eighteen so it's going to take at least six or seven more years.

In happier news, I just now finished my smutfic and am about to send it off to DS to beta.

3800 hundred words just to get some va-jay-jay/peen scenes. Oy.

Now I can read the other entries with a clear conscience.