Since the world's most perfect teenager first comes home from his friend's grandparents' summer house late tonight, my husband and I will celebrate this day by ourselves for the first time in 16 years. Words cannot explain how much I miss my son. If this is what it feels like when he's away for 3 nights, I don't even want to try to imagine how it will feel when he moves out of our home sometime in the distant future.
Until junior comes home tonight, we will wave the Swedish flag and celebrate Sweden.
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