I miss my Marine

I was grocery shopping yesterday, getting schtuff for tacos, the girls' favorite meal of the week. Can't get Re-Pete to eat? Wrap in a tortilla and tell her it's a taco.
Anyway, there's a mother with her young son shopping, babbling to each other. He had the sweetest blonde hair and a little square head and talked like he knew it all and the mother was just carrying on the conversation with this little boy about cars, red ones, with wheels. It took me right back to when my son was a little boy, square head and all, and the next thing you know, I'm crying. Right in the middle of the grocery store. Like a Spaz, or something.
This growing up shit sucks.

**update: Our son got his phone yesterday and gave us a call. He'll be home for Thanksgiving!!!