I love you more when you're gone.

My oldest son, Stephen, is off at college. I can honestly say it's pretty awesome. He's off in his own world, doing his own thang, and NOT eating my food. Do you know how nice it is to go to the pantry and see food? It's brilliant. I haven't had to hide to eat a snack in months. Living with boys is like eating with a horde of locust. You have food on the stove; they pass through and total desolation. Nothing but empty pots and pans. You know what else is great? When he comes home, I actually want to see him. There's no time for teenage theatrics, it's just nice adult conversation. Now, to get the other two out of the house.