He’s leaving in less than one month.
I just got the call today.
Everything is still amazing, and this is his dream opportunity. He’s being sent to the police academy for special training for 12 weeks. He passed his power test, which was such an impossibly hard test. I’m insanely proud of him, and wouldn’t let him pass this up for the world.
It’s just…he’s leaving.
It is a residential program, far away. He will be able to come home on the weekends. We will be able to talk every night.
We’ve got this.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Right?