Herself speaks.
One of today's errands was to procure a small box of Offspring the Third's favorite snack foods. Tomorrow, he leaves for college. (How can this be? Wasn't he just a little boy yesterday?)
There is always something oddly tender, to me, about selecting food for someone else. Perhaps it is because I have a complex relationship with food. And as the adage goes, Food is Love.
If only I could actually pack a box of love for him, for when he needs it most.
Onward, Offspring the Third. The whole world awaits for your. Know you are loved, always.
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