Tim in his dorm room
I had such a stress release after we left that I burst into tears when we got out of the dorm, after helping him set up his room, and then came home and literally passed out for 3 hours. I talked to him after dinner last night, and he said his afternoon was great. Welcome to the honeymoon. I give it two weeks before he stops trying to hold on so hard and his symptoms start to show through.
This is the first time in his life that I won’t at least talk to him on the phone every day, and won’t see him at least once a week. I think it’s going to be harder on me than on him. At least I hope it is.