Digger's moving out today.
I haven't decided if it's a good thing or not. He is 19 and by the time I was his age I was married. Of course, I thought I was a grown-up, being married an all, but I was so unprepared for real life.
I hope I've prepared him for the real world - that's all a parent can do, right? Keep them safe, nurture them, and hope that they turn into the good humans we all want our kids to be.
He's got a job. He's got a place to live (with two roommates, Lord help us) in Wyoming. And he has switched to on-line classes so he can continue with school (which he'd better not screw up or I'll kill him - I swear I will).
He's going to live life a little bit. I know there will be parties; drinking, pot (that's as far as the drugs better go) and women. I know there will be times when he has to live on the Ramen noodle diet. I know, with his disease, it's going to be hard when he has an attack and only has his roommates to help him.
But I hope he knows that home will always be here for him.
Stay tuned...it's going to be a ride, I'm sure.