Here I am still awake while the others have long since called it a day. I'm still packing, sorting, trying to think of just one more thing to make it special. Tomorrow is a big day around here. We're leaving to take my two older boys to their first time at sleepaway camp. gulp.
I am nervous for them. I am biting my cheek sometimes, so they won't see me cry. You might laugh at me, because it's only two weeks, but it seems like a very long time for them to be on their own. We re-read some of the highlights on the camp web site together tonight and the boys faces lit up like fireflies. Alex wants to take guitar lessons and try water skiiing. Max wants to go wake boarding on day one and hit the rifelery range. Their minds are full of the camp-wide scavenger hunts and hikes through the woods and jumps in the lake. I admire their courage and confidence. I told Max that I had printed out a bunch of pictures to tape inside of his trunk lid, and he told me not too, that it would make him miss us too much.