So, after months of planning and preparing, Younger Son and Nuora are off. Off to the Perhentian Islands in Malaysia to set up Blue Temple Conservation, a marine environmental project. It's wonderfully worthwhile thing to do and we're very proud of them but it means that, for the next five years, they'll be spending 9 months of the year in Malaysia and then splitting the other 3 months between Wales and Italy, and the Welsh Mam in me wishes it was the other way around!
At this precise moment, ten minutes after they've left, I'm wishing I could cry as I feel a big tear weighing me down. Ah well, I tell myself, look on the bright side: at least you won't have so much trouble with the shower plughole regularly being bunged up with YS's hair.
And in about three-quarters of an hour Wales play Italy in the first of this year's Six Nations matches so that'll take my mind off things. But what I really need is chocolate.