The boy was scheduled to leave today, but in the time-honored tradition of me missing my flight to DC in June because I apparently can't read an itinerary, he missed his flight.
Darn.
Although it costs a fortune to change a ticket, I'm so glad to get him for one more night. The tears I cried this morning have dried and hopefully I'll feel a little stronger tomorrow so I don't have to go through them again.
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