I have a few minutes to myself. Steven is out with Dad getting a haircut and some things for his trip. He'll leave here tomorrow at noon. I'm sad and nervous, but prayer and Ativan are helpinga lot. Also, the act of packing his things is keeping me busy. I'd like to be done with it all tonight, but I won't be done really until the last minute, with a carry on bag and last minute sort of stuff. But, I'll get the bulk of it done tonight.

It's hard because he has moments of crying and saying he doesn't want to go. I have to remind him that it's okay to feel that way and to miss us, but that he'll have fun while there. Remind him of summers passed. The transition is always a little tough, but he'll feel better in a few days.

I suppose we all will.

I'm tired of missing people.

I pray for my son, during his travel and during his visit.

That's it for now.