it does.
My 15 year old son just gave us kisses goodbye as he got onto a train that'll take him to his dormitory where he'll pack up his official sweats and 2 pairs of soccer shoes and then take another train to the airport (at 1:00 a.m)
He's leaving for Rome. He's meeting his teammates there.
He's alone, he's confident, he's doing it.
What's to say? He's growing by leaps and bounds. Aside from each well-trained leg taking on the size of a small grecian column and his six pack leaping to 8, he's exponentially maturing, taking care of things and leaving me open-mouthed in awe.
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Ciao, Rahm.
See you next week, dear child.
May you be strong and bring yourself home with some tales and an arriverderci. (excuse the spelling but listen to the lilt of a slightly teary loving mama)