That Moment When...

That moment when you tell your child – who you haven’t seen in nearly a week and you’re trying to give him some space because he’s a teenage boy and that’s what they need despite the fact that it’s killing you that you haven’t talked to him – that you miss him and he responds with this.

 

Hear that?  It might have been the sound of my heart shattering into a million pieces.  

 

On the bright side, he hasn’t texted me 178 times like his sister.  Including at least 20 like this.

 

 

This is a partial shot.  There seriously were too many emojis to fit on the screen. 

 

She misses me.  She's told me 67 times. 

Oops, make that 68.

69.