My baby boy is home. Did you guys hear that? I’ll say it louder. MY BABY BOY IS HOME! And he loved camp. Sob! Next year he wants to go for the four-week session (refresh! refresh! refresh!).
I myself had a whirlwind weekend attending the wedding of two high school friends. It was one of those crazy stories–they dated for years in high school, broke up, married other people. Those marriages didn’t work and when they found each other again, the sparks flew. So I jetted off to Sunny Isles, Florida for their wedding. It was beautiful. But it meant that Adam had to pick the boy up from camp. So insufficient pictures. (And, let’s be honest, there would be no “sufficient” pictures if I’m not the one taking them.)
I woke up this morning to a not-so-little boy body in my bed. Ahhhh.
“Whatcha doing in my bed?” I asked him.
“I had a bad dream,” he told me. “You know, I really shouldn’t read the dictionary before I go to bed. I had these nightmares and people were using all these fancy words.”
“Oh?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “I didn’t even know what all of them mean.”
“Like what?” I asked.
He thought for a moment. “Like ‘exquisite.'”
I’m so happy he’s home!
*One of my favorite songs, even if they do spell “all right” incorrectly.
