Minutes ago we dropped Thomas off on the base for his ten day exercise. Having him away has gotten easier over the years. But for some reason, this one seems hard to me. I dont know what it is. It's only ten days. Maybe it's that it feels like he just got back... or that it seems like he is never home, even when he is physically here.
All i know is that i just want to hold him and tell him to never go.
I feel a little like Oakley, pouty and fussy and no one knows why.