my boys are young men now

It is finally beginning to sink in that I am truly an "empty nester". My youngest son just moved out a month ago and I miss him so much. Not that I don't miss my oldest son too but I just figured Zach could live with me forever. Of course that's not realistic, but a mom can dream. I miss the clanging of pots and pans followed by the aroma of omelets and turkey bacon cooking at 3:00 am in the morning. Yeah, that's right. He doesn't get caught coming in drunk or hell raising with his friends, he enjoys cooking healthy and working out. (I'm not saying he never does drink or raise hell, just not enough to cause me worry) I guess if anything I should be filled with pride at the accomplishments and character of the young men I have raised. They truly do not have a mean bone in their body and they show compassion and care for others. They never end a conversation without telling me they love me and more importantly, I never hear them saying goodbye to each other without saying the same thing.