I've not said a lot about this latest venture of taking the last child off to college.
Largely, because it's sort of side swiped me and I'm not sure what to say... most days.
Perhaps we'll discuss that a different day.
But the experience has gone to prove that old adage that every child is different than it's siblings and hence you must react differently as a parent.
Now, this is not to say that things aren't going well... they are, but one of the differences is that he's been home both weekends that have comprised his college career so far.
Last night, quite late, he came grinning through the door... and regaled us with tales of the week and all that entails.
And then, really quite late, from my bed, I could hear the laughter of two brothers... one of whom just graduated from the same institution and one, who's career there has just started.
Low, adult male voices, serious by turns and then the laughter... until the early hours,,, when I drifted off to sleep.
Oh, preciousness ... this sibling love.